I wasn't expecting much at the start of the film. A Yank and a "Limey" escape from a POW train in northern Italy, decide to try for the Swiss border, and begin to trade wisecracks about cigarettes and food as they run into a few minor obstacles. And then, quite unexpectedly, it turns into a serious adult drama.
The duo meet an Italian girl who advises them to hop a ride aboard a northbound train. Then they find refuge in a Catholic church, along with a dozen other refugees of all ages from the Nazis. They are a mixed group and each subset speaks its own language, which requires subtitles. That in itself is a rarity in a 1945 British movie about escapees from the Nazis. We hear English, Italian, French, German, and Dutch. And although the refugees are a pathetic bunch, their individual sorrows aren't dwelt on for easy pathos.
The terror of imprisonment and probably death lingers constantly in the shadows but the only German soldiers we see are silhouettes against the snowy mountaintops or half-heard voices from the other side of the door. Missing: The arrogant Nazi officer with the sneer and the monocle that is so often present in these kinds of films. Also missing: Long, impassioned speeches about freedom and democracy and "you and your kind." These are just a handful of impoverished people in rags trying to find food and a place to warm up. By Jupiter, if I didn't know better I'd be thinking neorealism.
I don't know where the movie was shot but the locations exceed our expectations. The British film industry was about on its knees during this point of the war and yet the evocation of a bombed-out Italian village is successful, and the Alpine snow is definitely bone chilling.
The dialog is adult too. A little girl asks her grandmother where the English soldier has gone now that he's buried. Asleep, says the grandmother. And her son, Bernard, who sacrificed himself for the rest? "Asleep too -- deep and safe."
The duo meet an Italian girl who advises them to hop a ride aboard a northbound train. Then they find refuge in a Catholic church, along with a dozen other refugees of all ages from the Nazis. They are a mixed group and each subset speaks its own language, which requires subtitles. That in itself is a rarity in a 1945 British movie about escapees from the Nazis. We hear English, Italian, French, German, and Dutch. And although the refugees are a pathetic bunch, their individual sorrows aren't dwelt on for easy pathos.
The terror of imprisonment and probably death lingers constantly in the shadows but the only German soldiers we see are silhouettes against the snowy mountaintops or half-heard voices from the other side of the door. Missing: The arrogant Nazi officer with the sneer and the monocle that is so often present in these kinds of films. Also missing: Long, impassioned speeches about freedom and democracy and "you and your kind." These are just a handful of impoverished people in rags trying to find food and a place to warm up. By Jupiter, if I didn't know better I'd be thinking neorealism.
I don't know where the movie was shot but the locations exceed our expectations. The British film industry was about on its knees during this point of the war and yet the evocation of a bombed-out Italian village is successful, and the Alpine snow is definitely bone chilling.
The dialog is adult too. A little girl asks her grandmother where the English soldier has gone now that he's buried. Asleep, says the grandmother. And her son, Bernard, who sacrificed himself for the rest? "Asleep too -- deep and safe."