I Live in Grosvenor Square

Wilcox's demonstration of Anglo-American inter-dependence has become as quaint a wartime artifact as a Mickey Mouse gas mask. Toff Morley gives up his ancestral home to house GIs; heroic officer Harrison steps aside with exquisite grace when he realises fiancée Neagle prefers USAAF sergeant Jagger. In response to such abasement Jagger sacrifices his life to prevent his bomber crashing on the film's emblematic English village (where Tory Harrison has just been defeated in a by-election). Hard to imagine how this mournful account of the 'special relationship' could have had much appeal on either side of the Atlantic, but it's helped by Harrison's languid charm, Jagger's studied amiability and Neagle's loose-limbed jitterbugging at the USO.