Saw this first run in the local theatre. I was 20. Loved it. As I watched I wondered how in the heck the set folks found the authentic things of normal life in 1942. Water cones, store displays, toiletries, household products, personal effects…. Amazing.
The interactions between the boys are often hilarious and very real. “Real” also sums up the scenes between the young wife and her flyer husband. I actually wept for the Jennifer O’Neil character with the stunning news of her husband’s death, and her tender interaction with the teenage boy. At the time I was too young to understand the human need for touch, and the need of a broken-hearted soul to be held.
I recently watched the film again. Still love it. But, I doubt that the same film could be made today. There would be outrage over stereotypes, and over an adult having sex with a minor. Sad.