Film

Under the Red Robe

Name: Under the Red Robe
Genre: Adventure, Romance
Released: 1937
Cast: Conrad Veidt, Annabella, Raymond Massey, Romney Brent, Sophie Stewart

Period drama

A 1937 swashbuckler set in Richelieu's France, where a condemned swordsman must infiltrate a rebel duke's castle or face execution. It's elegantly staged adventure—all intrigue and swordplay—that trades on the romance of courtly betrayal. For anyone who loves old Hollywood's commitment to artifice and spectacle.

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