Freud propounded the idea that a childhood trauma can be a buried secret that governs and informs your entire adult existence without you knowing it, and this theory was never more tellingly dramatised for the 20th century than by David Lean in his brilliant 1946 adaptation of Charles Dickens's classic novel - a compelling tale in luminous monochrome, often presented in such a way as to seem the greatest and most nightmarish ghost story in the English language. It is now being reissued in a digitally restored version in preparation for the Lean centenary next year.
One of the great things about Charles Dickens is the way his people colonize your memory. I wonder if there's any writer except Shakespeare who has created more characters whose names we remember, and whose types seem so true to human nature. A director adapting a Dickens novel finds that much of his work has been done for him.