I found this film particularly haunting, filled as it is, with the post-war ruins and devastation of the late forties. The film begins with a naive girl, played by Claire Bloom, arriving in war-shattered Berlin to visit her English brother, an army doctor (if I recall correctly) and his German wife. After the war there was a no fraternisation rule between the sexes of the allies and axis but that was quickly thrown aside and many marriages took place. Hildegarde Knieff plays the role of the wife; an amazonian blonde beauty who bears the darkness of the last days of the war on her face, and when she tells Claire Bloom's character something along the lines of "there may not be much difference in our ages, but there's a world of difference in the way we've lived" , you know she's a damaged woman who has seen too much.
The film is partly worth seeing for the devastating images of a city reduced to rubble that's trying to climb back onto it's feet - snow-covered ruins and the grim images of people trying to claw back some kind of life from a period of utter wretchedness. The story is about James Mason's character, who is supposed to have died, but is in fact still alive - and still married to Hildegarde Knieff's character, who, believing him dead, had remarried. Mason has reappeared and is in hiding in Eastern Berlin, and in trouble with the authorities. I forget the details but Bloom falls in love with him and he with her, but their affair is doomed. The story has some strength but the real star of this film is the image of Berlin - still broken and trying to get back on her feet. Contrast this film, (and possibly Rossellini's Germany Year Zero), with Menchem am Sontag (People on Sunday) a film made in 1929 by Billy Wilder before he went to Hollywood. Berlin is the star of that film too - and the contrast in spirit and tone of a thriving happy city - and of the post war films, is heartbreaking.