Best part of movie - it was free loan from library!

Then it all went downhill from there.

England, the middle east, China. In the thirteenth century? What?

But wait, Finley Currie, Michael Rennie, Herbert Lom, Jack Hawkins? There's gotta be something here worthwhile. Alas, no.

Is the Black Rose a downtrodden knight assuming a secret identity to lead his fellow Saxons in an uprising against the Normans? Well, no.

The story's really going from Olde England to the middle east? Well, yes.

And the only female role in the whole movie is a 13-year-old girl? Who's English? And in southwest Asia somehow? And the actual "Black Rose." Well, yes. (Maybe a love interest for little Bobby Blake.)

And then we're in China having followed the phoned-in acting role of the sporadically great Orson Welles? Yeah, that too.

And that doesn't even cover the European discovery of gunpowder and movable type printing. Has this movie got it all? Well, yeah, including English accents, Franglish accent, American accents and an inexplicable totally toothy accent.

But the topper is when it turns out that the 13-year-old's love interest is none other than our hero, the 36-year-old Tyrone Power. And she finally wins him over and he responds with kisses and hugs. Ewww! Tyrone Pervert!

Beginning to end, a disaster, even for its 1950 movie world.

Oh, and I had to come on IMDB to find out just how young Cécile Aubry was when the pervert was hugging on her. Turns out she was actually 22 in 1950, probably 20-21 during filming. You absolutely coulda fooled me.

[I do agree with another poster that they could have mistakenly someone like Joan Fontaine or whomever. But really, Cécile looked 12-13 years old.

Ewww.