I was much affected by this movie, when I saw it 40 years ago. Recently reading Leo Marks book, it came back to me. Violette Szabo died in Ravensbrueck, shot in the back of the head, holding hands with a friend. The movie could not quite bring itself to tell us that. But it came close. I think that of all the movies I saw in my youth, this grabbed the heart closest. It has a fine understatement, without which the enormity of war would be hard to grasp.
Review of Carve Her Name with Pride
