I watched Witness for the Prosecution a bit last night on WHYY.

I can never remember who dunnit.

It seems that ultimately and rather ironically, she doesn't perjure herself but tells the truth on the stand.

Throughout, Tyrone Power comes across as so credible. Old adages spring to mind, judging books by their cover, und so weiter.

Sir Wilfrid's patient gift is studying people, letting them do all the talking. He reserves his words, mostly disparaging ones, for women: his nurse, the defendent's wife. And he hasn't a kind word to say about Germans or das Vaterland, as you'd expect in what could still be considered a post-war film.

The film shows the ugliness of prejudice.

In the end, the barrister's won over, to women, even a German woman, because each person is unique and garners respect on their individual merits, not as a member of this or that group.