So many wonderful, talented actors and actresses in this, where do I begin? Here we have the magnificent line-up of Greer Garson, Walter Pidgeon, Teresa Wright, Dame May Whitty, and Henry Travers, to name but a few. All do a splendid and highly accomplished job. Greer Garson is lovely, as usual, and Henry Travers is a most likeable old character actor. This sentimental WWII drama tells its simple, honest story remarkably well, and is most definitely a classic. As a side note, this, along with the movie Random Harvest, made in the same year, served to put Garson right at the top in Hollywood in no time.

World War II from the middle-class Brits’ perspective. We join a hard-working family, share their modest concerns just before the onset of hostilities, then stand by as their priorities drastically shift. In one moment, lavish expenses, exclusive flower shows and snooty neighbors comprise the extent of their worries. In the next, ears are tuned for air raid sirens, an eldest son races to join the RAF and a desperate Nazi paratrooper appears in the garden.

_Mrs. Miniver_ was indeed propaganda, boosting the Allied cause while the wounds of the Nazis’ blitz on London were still fresh, but it’s far more subtle than the loud, whitewashed, nationalistic newsreels that usually represent that term. Here, we identify with the squabbles of pre-war life, feel the conflicted emotions of standing up for one’s beliefs at great personal risk, linger on the dark terror of a quaking single-family bomb shelter at bedtime. Those latter moments seem to stretch forever; a powerful blend of whimpering children and brave-faced parents that squeezes every last drop of empathy from a very ripe scenario. The Minivers are little more than pawns in this global game, but because the first act is so effectively disarming, it’s easy to feel trapped, unprepared, in that bunker right beside them. We fear the worst for their son, who routinely alerts family to his safety by cutting engines during household fly-overs, but this war is no distant specter. By the famously rousing final soliloquy, recited amidst the ruins of a bombed-out chapel, every single member of the community has paid tolls in one form or another.

Critically beloved, _Mrs. Miniver_ took home six Academy Awards (including best picture and best director) and was almost immediately adapted to radio for broader dissemination. Even Joseph Goebbels, the infamous Nazi propaganda minister, held it up as a prime example of the kind of cinema he wanted to create with the German media machine.

At times, I found this to be just a little too sentimental; but a nonetheless remarkable and beautifully filmed tale of the end of an era that saw Britain declining as an Imperial power. A decline never better portrayed than by Dame May Whitty as the redoubtable "Lady Beldon" now faced not just with the harsh reality of the physical war, but of the social changes that are sweeping her into political oblivion. Walter Pidgeon and Greer Garson again demonstrating the stoic spirit of WW2 Britain with dignity and fortitude. Henry Travers plays "Mr Ballard" with some tenderness too. The story is told through rose-tinted spectacles, but still well worth watching even now - 75 years after it was made.

It is not easy to describe this film. For the current generation, the film might not mean much but imagine those who watched this film, witnessing the events they themselves have gone through. Only then you truly understand the power of the film.

To me, who is in his mid-30s, the film is certainly a reflection of decent, honest, not over the top acting you may be accustomed to see in films of the same era. This is certainly the reason it gets the score I gave.

It could certainly be shorter but then you’d have to give up on some important character development scenes.

Would I watch this film again? I don’t think so. Would I make my friends watch it? Possibly not.