Not especially imaginative documentary: the standard salad of interviews, prosaic narration (Kenneth Branagh), and photographic records. Yet we realize from the age of the interviewees how near we are to the end of the living memory of these events, and the story gets told in considerable detail, and the only known motion picture of the protagonist -- a brief blurry glimpse in a wedding home movie held back until the very end -- is truly haunting, literally ghostly. Glenn Close, with her mature actressy contralto voice, seems an obviously mistaken choice to read excerpts from the diary. Surely this was a role for a Winona Ryder, a Mayim Bialik. Directed by Jon Blair. (1996) — Duncan Shepherd
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