This is Paul Henreid's and Michele Morgan's film, and Thomas Mitchell as the priest and Alan Ladd as the younger refugee add spice to the suspense of the story. Five Englishmen are stuck in Paris and meticulously searched for by the Gestapo, so it's a run for your life film all through. Michele Morgan is quite innocent as a bar maid, but she gets involved, sharing all her troubles with a small statue of St. Joan with an altar in her home, but her own name is also Joan. Paul Henreid finds her, and there is a relationship building up in all its idyllic beauty under hard press of a nightmare reality. It's an enjoyable film and interesting as one of Robert Stevenson's early contributions, and even if you see the film through to the end, the nightmares of its torturous harassments will remain with you long after, as if the second world war was only yesterday.
Review of Joan of Paris
