If we're talking 'post-war hauntology' then Ken Russell's 1975 adaptation of The Who's Tommy certainly deserves a mention, being as it is overwhelmingly concerned with the post-traumatic residue of the Second World War (the First World War in Pete Townshend's original rock opera). I first saw this film when I was about seven years old. Even though I had no experience of the subject matter, it affected me on such a fundamental level that it instantly became an immovable part of my psyche. Viewing today stirs fierce emotions and I'm still not sure why... is there some form of ancestral memory at work?
The above scene is one of the film's many stunning sequences, a relentless barrage of imagery which, in true Russell style, substitutes iconic power for subtlety. It's a fair trade; Robert Powell's appearance as the paternal revenant haunting little Tommy's internal landscape is particularly spine-tingling.