This was a great leap forward for Dirk Bogarde who was never quite so convincing before Hunted. He portrays a murderer who travels across country with a small boy (John Whiteley) who has witnessed his crime. The boy is abused by his guardians and is starved of love and hungry with the need to give affection. They flee north pursued by the police and of course, their relationship deepens and they effectively save each other. It is an episodic road film in which the pair cannot trust anyone but each other. I think this is the best of Charles Crichton's many fine films for Ealing, it is understated for such a melodramatic narrative, the evocation of industrial Britain is satisfying and we really care about these two. There were quite a few films made after the war about a child's unconventional relationship with a surrogate parent (these two made another, The Spanish Gardener), and this is one of the best examples.