Film

How Green Was My Valley

Name: How Green Was My Valley
Genre: Drama
Released: 1941
Cast: Walter Pidgeon, Maureen O'Hara, Anna Lee, Donald Crisp, Roddy McDowall

John Ford's 1941 Best Picture winner is less a plot than a long, aching memory — a grown man's voice recalling the Welsh valley of his boyhood before the pits, the strikes and the years hollowed it out. Shot in gleaming black-and-white on a Hollywood soundstage standing in for Wales, it's gorgeous, unhurried and unashamedly sentimental. For anyone who likes their nostalgia thick and their family dramas quietly heartbreaking.

TMDb rating

7.3

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