I liked this film very much when I saw it some years ago. It tells the story of an old woman who, as a child, had been the model for Lewis Carroll's Alice in Wonderland journeying to America on a liner and, after her young travelling companion begins to fall in love with a reporter, gradually remembering her childhood, and understanding for the first time the extent to which she had been loved (not physically) by Carroll. Carroll was in real life a tutor at Christchurch College, Oxford, and there are some wonderful remembrances of Oxford, including a charming mad hatter's tea party. The real insight of the film, though, is the way it shows that memories long buried (for whatever reason) have the power, when released, to change our understanding of ourselves and the world as we have known it.
Review of Dreamchild
