One or two films allow doubts, assert some sort of counter ideal. The Cruel Sea is followed by Robert Parrish's version of H.E. Bates's The Purple Plain (1954). Its American director bestows on regulation stoicism a new key, of Technicolor physicality, and the soft full female warmth and strength of Burmese actress Win Min Than. Indeed the film, with its British producer and script and American director and star (Gregory Peck), is a subtle compromise between British and American codes. Quietly but firmly un-English is its vindication of individualism within the system. The crashed aviator who survives the Burma jungle is unsociable and undisciplined, breaks most of the rules and keeps going not by sheer plod but by fixing his mind, in extremis, on a jewel (never mind that it turns out to be a fake - for the real jewel is his life-force, longing for a woman, using any sort of pretext to assert itself, and drive him on). The American's English companion (Maurice Denham) is a stickler for regulations, as well as querulous and afraid. He dies early.