Walking With the Enemy

An old-school drama so sincere, yet so ham-fisted, it borders on parody.

A little-known tale of Jewish resistance during the final days of WWII gets tackled with appreciable ambition and blunt, sporadic emotional force in "Walking With the Enemy."

Sometimes awkward and melodramatic, the debut film from director Mark Schmidt nevertheless derives strength from its little-known true-life story of Holocaust heroism.

The film is as dramatically inert as its origins are inspirational.

A badly written, poorly acted, bathetic pageant of bad wigs and worse accents, rendered with production values on a par with NBC's recent Sound of Music mummery.

The first-time director wisely worked with experienced filmmakers, like cinematographer Dean Cundey ("Apollo 13," "Jurassic Park") and a capable cast of top British actors.

A compelling story is clumsily told in debut director Mark Schmidt's à clef account of the wartime heroics of Pinchas Rosenbaum.

A daunting amount of better made films recounting the period flounces the necessity of Schmidt's picture.

Walking with the Enemy is an intense and stirring war film that reveals several heroes heretofore unknown to most of us, and this is a good thing.

An unheralded tale of true-life World War II heroism is given standard melodramatic treatment in this earnest epic.