There's one word describes this film: 'grim'. It starts with an out of focus and indistinct group of people climbing a hill. Although we never see their faces, we are meant to understand that these are the men from a remote welsh village who have abandoned their womenfolk to join the resistance in a war-torn Britain that has retreated following a D-Day disaster, and has been successfully invaded by Nazi Germany. We catch progress of the invasion in passing through radio broadcasts: London, Birmingham and Manchester have fallen, but it is still a shock when a uniformed German captain barges his way through the farmhouse door of Sarah, a 27 year old farmer's wife, who spends the film pining for her husband Tom. The single German unit is on a mission to find an ancient map, an artefact wanted by Goering as a way of justifying the actions of the Nazis. Captain Albrecht has his men look for this map, and coincidentally, and inexplicably, the Captain manages to find it himself, hidden within a cave in a hillside. Instead of informing his superiors, he denies having found it to his men, so that he and they can remain in the village and see out the war. Thereafter, we see snatches of life in the village. The women manage the farm work themselves and give each other encouragement. Eventually the really bad weather arrives and we see Sarah trying to rescue sheep caught in a drift, struggling until she is eventually helped by the Germans. What we are supposed to see then is the gradual softening of relations between the women and the German menfolk until eventually Sarah and Captain Albrecht fall in love. But here is where the low budget plays a part. Despite the beautiful countryside, the film has a constrained feeling. Much of it is concentrated in and around a couple of farmhouses. We do see an agricultural show, but this is a very understated affair, and I think I only saw one swastika throughout the entire movie. It's as if the camera is kept to no more than medium shot because there wasn't enough money to dress the set. Maybe this is in keeping with the hemmed-in feeling we are supposed to get from the women being barred from leaving the village, but it nevertheless feels artificial. Likewise, not much budget was left over for music, so the main soundtrack when no-one is speaking (which is a lot of the time) is the howling wind. A sub-plot is the son of a neighbouring farmer who is shown spying on the Germans through a sniper sight, and who we saw being schooled in guerrilla warfare by an unlikely Martin Sheen. This is designed to bring up the question of when collaboration with the enemy is acceptable, but it feels crudely tacked on to the storyline. A nice touch is that the Germans speak in German - with subtitles which are accurate(!) - but too much is left to the audience to work out. Much of the film is filled with silences where the actors are obliged to speak volumes just by gazing stoically into the distance. It is never explained, for instance, why the menfolk leave at the crack of dawn without a word to their loved ones; there is also a scene towards the beginning where the incoming German unit finds and executes some British resistance, and it is quite probable that these are the very men from the village, but again this is never made clear. Even the ending is confused, leaving this reviewer thinking that the characters had far more plausible choices at their disposal. The film is unremitting in its misery, and ultimately, not much happens. All in all, a small, confused film, suffering from a lack of budget and ultimately wasting the undoubted talents of its cast.