This must have been the first movie I ever saw. It was showing at a small art house theater in New Haven Connecticut. Marie-Louise was mesmerizing to the eyes of a five year old. The Second World War affected the lives of our family and of all our neighbors but not in the cataclysmic way of families all over Europe. After more than 60 years this affecting wartime story of a child's escape by train, desperately trying to protect one cherished keepsake, is still powerfully vivid to me. The next two films I recall were Robert Flaherty's Nanook of the North, and Man of Aran. I've recently seen both of those again. I wish Marie-Louise were available today.