Beneath the baroque extravagance of its style, and the characteristic romantic retreat from reality into another Xanadu, the film crumbles emptily away.

This fractured Citizen Kane, built of frames within frames and mirrors within mirrors, is aptly brought to life by Welles's later style, born of low budgets and high anxiety, its grotesque closeups and cocked angles suggesting worlds and minds askew.

Engaging meller it may be, but missing the incisive delineation that marked Kane.

Its plot has a start full of intrigue in which Welles demonstrates, above all, his skill in elevating the compositional thickness of the frame, but whose degree of mystery is lost in its routine of international hunts. [Full review in Spanish]