This is a very powerful film which I cannot watch with dry eyes. It gets to me on several levels.
Firstly Edith Evans physically reminds me of my beloved (long since departed) Granny, whom I adored beyond measure, hence the tissues.
Secondly the indifference and condescention meted out to the central character by 'the powers that be' enrages me not only on behalf of the fictional Mrs Ross but also because of the way we treat our old folks now. There is a lot to be proud of about being British, but we should hang our heads in shame about the way in which we treat our elderly population. (
Rant over)
Although the film was made in 1967 I'm not sure if it is ever specified in which era the film was set, but those bomb-sites look real, and if they were it certainly brings home to me, in my mid forties, who lives in an area (North Wales) virtually untouched by the Luftwaffe, just how much devastation was wrought during the war, and the conditions under which many people had to live for years after.
Eric Portman is wonderfully odious as the absent Archie Ross, a striking departure from the 'officer/managerial class' role with which he is often associated.
And of course there's Nanette Newman. I don't think I need to explain do I?

I especially like John Barry's haunting music, which I have on vinyl, and with which I won't part for all the tea in Tesco.
It really is about time this masterpiece was released on DVD. If anyone knows Bryan Forbes could they please have a word.
Definitely my 'Desert Island' film.