The Captive Heart (1946)

This was a re-view of a film not seen for some years as I replaced an old Beta copy with a DVD.  However all of the stiff-upper-lip sentiment remained undiminished as a stalwart cast of British character actors went through their POW paces. Michael Redgrave was very moving as the czech concentration camp escapee posing as a British officer and the end scenes framed over joyful celebrations on V-E Day managed without any dialogue to produce the remembered lump in the throat.  What is it about some movies that they can make us weep even 'though we know that it is all pretend?