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Film Review: Dunkirk

LITERARY REVIEW

THERE haven’t been many good films about the mass evacuation of Allied troops from the beaches of Dunkirk in the early summer of 1940. Strangely, however, two of the most notable were made in the same year, with World War II still raging. William Wyler’s Oscars-festooned Mrs Miniver, and David Lean’s In Which We Serve, both came out in 1942.

In 1958, the film Dunkirk directed by Barry Norman’s father Leslie, made a pretty decent fist of showing why Churchill called the events of May 26 to June 4, 1940, “a colossal military disaster”.

That is perhaps why not too many movies have been made about it. By contrast, D-Day and its aftermath, received oodles of cinematic attention. That event was just four months after the events at Dunkirk. But that was based on an advance; Dunkirk was merely about the definitive retreat.

Writer-director Christopher Nolan receives plaudits from many for tackling it again now, so unambiguously many of the protagonists say. Despite some of the gaps that historians will exploit, such as the absence from the film of some 15,000 Scottish soldiers of the Highland Regiments nearby, or even that of the assistance provided by India and its soldiers, this gripping and unconventional film is a mighty accomplishment all the same. It will be interesting to see whether the film will collect as many Academy Awards as Wyler’s Mrs Miniver (six).

Contrary to some over-excited reports, its main achievement is not to offer proof that the One Direction boyband star Harry Styles, who makes his screen debut can really act. Rather, it is to show, in much more vivid detail than Norman’s 1958 film, why a French place-name that is synonymous with British stoicism more accurately reflects Churchill’s infamous and grave assessment. Read enough reports, for example, of townsfolk battling against rising floodwaters, and it won’t be too long before you come across the evocative phrase “Dunkirk spirit”.

The new Prime Minister’s famous bulldog exhortation to fight on the beaches, in the fields and in the streets, was delivered in response to Dunkirk. But the same speech included the declaration that “wars are not won by evacuations”.

EMOTIVE

NOLAN uses that line as his mantra. From the film’s first frame to its last, there is never any doubt that we are witnessing a catastrophe. After all, some 338,000 members of the British Expeditionary Force (BEF) returned home, but around 68,000 were lost.

The film begins, quite dramatically, with a young soldier, Tommy (Fionn Whitehead), running from German gunfire through the streets of the small French seaside town.

His arrival on the beach yields a breathtaking sight, for him and us alike. Tens of thousands of men are lined up, almost as far as the eye can see, waiting to climb into boats that have yet to arrive. And there are German bombers overhead.

Tommy hooks up with a French soldier and together they carry a wounded man on a stretcher towards the sea, not so much to save his skin as theirs. Indeed, one of the reasons this film is so moving is not so much its frequent displays of doughty heroism (not least from Mark Rylance as Mr Dawson, one of the many civilian skippers who took their boats to help with the evacuation), but more its powerful depiction of an intense will to live, against seemingly insuperable odds.

Survival instincts can sometimes look like the very opposite of bravery. Cillian Murphy plays a shellshocked soldier, saved from the sea by Mr Dawson, who cannot bear to return to Dunkirk. However, we are encouraged not to judge him, even when he does something with terrible consequences.

The film has emotive scenes. One is where an elderly blind man, back in Blighty, welcomes home the bedraggled returning soldiers by telling them “well done”. But all they did, one of them responds, was survive. “That’s enough,” says the old man.

Another is when Kenneth Branagh’s naval commander first spots salvation in the form of all those fishing-boats and pleasure crafts helping in the rescue effort. Yet, the film does not feel manipulative. Nolan could have made more of his opening shot of the rescuing flotilla. It could have been breathtaking; thousands of boats bobbing all the way to the horizon. But he keeps it real, with a suitably motley, but relatively small, advance fleet.

With astute screenwriting, Nolan offers us a series of small, personal dramas rather than any overall narrative thread, which we must suppose is precisely what war is.

There are no scenes with Churchill and his top brass back in Whitehall trying to orchestrate Operation Dynamo, the somewhat grandiose seat-of-the-pants exercise. Instead, Nolan is far more intent on evoking the frantic chaos of that momentous week.

There is a strong sense, too, which even the best war films sometimes fail to convey, of nobody quite knowing what’s going to happen next. The director communicates this by keeping dialogue to a minimum, daringly considering his heavyweight cast. Hoyte van Hoytema’s rousing cinematography tells the story just as eloquently and powerful as any words. At times, though, there is an almost documentary realism to proceedings, which won’t please everyone. Not all viewers will be spellbound.

The film is presented from three perspectives – from land, sea and air – each within a different time frame. The fate of Tommy and a few other desperate soldiers unfolds over a week. Another is played, splendidly, by Styles, who reportedly auditioned without Nolan having the slightest idea who he was, but whose presence should tempt youngsters to watch this film. Let’s hope so. They’ll perhaps realise that ‘one direction’ has a much more solemn meaning when applied to Dunkirk.

Dunkirk (12A)

Verdict: Unmissable epic ★★★★★

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Film Review: Baby Driver

REVIEW

Baby Driver

Intro: Baby (Ansel Elgort) is a talented getaway driver who relies on his personal soundtrack. After meeting Lily James, the woman of his dreams, he foresees an opportunity to ditch his shady lifestyle by making a clean break. But after being coerced into working for a crime supremo (Kevin Spacey), Baby must face the music as a doomed heist threatens everything he has been hoping for – his life, love and freedom.

Edgar Wright, the writer and film director of thrilling Baby Driver, hails from the quiet county of Somerset.

For someone who grew up in the shadow of the Mendip hills, and whose last film, The World’s End (2013), which was inspired by a teenage pub-crawl he once went on in Wells, it is a marvel how he has now created a roaringly high-octane and exhilarating crime movie reminiscent of the best of Quentin Tarantino.

Baby Driver is set in Atlanta, Georgia. Its hero is a fresh-faced getaway driver nicknamed Baby (Ansel Elgort), whose job is to whisk ruthless, armed bank-robbers from the scene of their latest heist.

This he does brilliantly, but he is a reluctant participant, coerced into high-stakes crime by a gangster called Doc (Kevin Spacey), as payback for once trying to steal Doc’s car.

Yet, we encounter scenes that are, so far, unoriginal. Wright makes a virtue of filling his film with plotlines so familiar they could almost be deemed clichés. Avid film watchers would’ve seen a million heists, car chasers, menacing Mr Bigs, and protagonists falling for sweet waitresses in diners, which is what happens here to Baby, as soon as he sets eyes on Debora (winningly played by Lily James).

She is the stereotypical dreamer and romantic, whose ambitions extend no further than heading west “on 20, in a car we can’t afford, with a plan we don’t have”. And she reminds Baby of his deceased mother, who he keeps picturing in flashbacks. Another cliché.

So, what turns the clichéd and commonplace into virtues? It’s the way Wright, sometimes obviously, sometimes with deft subtlety, references other films. There are repeated nods to Tarantino’s Reservoir Dogs, for example, and to Walter Hills 1978 film The Driver. The Pixar animation Monsters, Inc. actually gets a namecheck.

And when Baby loses one lens from his sunglasses during a getaway, Wright plainly intends it as a homage to Warren Beatty’s character in the iconic ambush scene from Bonnie And Clyde.

But there is something else, something more that stops this film looking stylish, but essentially derivative, and makes it excitingly, enticingly original. It is, in a word, music.

Baby has been left with tinnitus from a childhood road accident that killed both his parents. He drowns it out by plugging his iPod into his ears, turning his life into one long playlist.

WHEN he waits outside banks for Doc’s ever-rotating crew, when he out-screeches the pursuing cops, even when he sits in on briefings for the next job, his constant companies are rock, R&B and disco music.

He even mixes his own tracks, secretly recording snatches of his accomplices’ conversations, then going home and turning them into his own, rather literal, version of gangsta rap.

Baby lives with his ageing, deaf foster father, Pops (CJ Jones), who knows the boy has a good heart but has fallen in with some dodgy characters.

And my, are they dodgy. Apart from Doc, they include a trigger-happy psycho called Bats (Jamie Foxx) and the scarcely less scary Griff (Jon Bernthal), neither of whom are comfortable in the company of the kid with the iPod fixation. Buddy (Jon Hamm) seems more congenial, but then he has a respectable background as a banker. Now he’s a gamekeeper turned poacher, on the run with his lap-dancer girlfriend, Darling (Eiza Gonzalez).

Wright keeps the action more real and less exuberantly comedic than in his most successful films, Shaun Of The Dead (2004) and Hot Fuzz (2007). He certainly doesn’t rein in the violence, which at times is gruesome and somewhat glorified. But his playful side is never far away, even when things start to look deeply worrying for Baby, who is forced into one final raid on a post office just when he thought he had paid his dues. Will he get to head west on 20 with lovely Debora, or will he have to face the music?

It is maybe best to say that it’s a blast and a joyride finding out. If you love car chases, you’ll love this movie; Wright choreographs them superbly. And if you love music, you’ll probably love this movie, too; the soundtrack features something for everyone, including Queen, T.Rex, The Beach Boys, The Damned, Dave Brubeck and, of course, singing the title song, Simon & Garfunkel.

Despite the plaudits and thunderous recommendation, others have pronounced the film as deeply disappointing, with ‘risible’ dialogue and ‘silly’ characterisations.

On this count, maybe Baby Driver is this season’s La La Land, for which the critical hosannas were so loud that some audiences went away unimpressed. But for this reviewer, I’ll offer and anoint the film with the full five stars.

 

Baby Driver (15)

Verdict: Exhilarating and high-octane ★★★★★

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Film Review: Their Finest

REVIEW

Keeping calm and carrying on: Gemma Arterton and Bill Nighy in Their Finest.

Intro: Gemma Arterton leads a cracking cast in this witty, poignant tale of Britain’s finest hour.

Danish director Lone Scherfig has a remarkably keen eye and ear for the intricate details of British class and period.

Her 2009 feature An Education wonderfully evoked suburban London in the Sixties, The Riot Club (2014) went to town on badly-behaved Oxbridge toffs, and now here’s Their Finest, a beguiling romantic not-quite-comedy set in 1940.

Like An Education, which was based on the memoir by journalist Lynn Barber, Their Finest has also sprung from a book, in this case a novel by Lissa Evans about the making of a propaganda film thinly disguised as a drama, at the height of the Blitz.

And like An Education, except more so, the story is, above all, about a particular young woman asserting her place in a world ruled by men. This is the engaging Catrin Cole (charmingly played by Gemma Arterton), not a radiant English rose but a sunny Welsh daffodil, who has arrived in wartime London from Ebbw Vale with struggling artist husband Ellis (Jack Huston).

She is a talented copywriter, who goes for an interview with the Ministry of Information for what she thinks is a secretarial job. In fact, they want her to craft ‘women’s dialogue’ for their propaganda features.

The contemptuous film-industry word for female chatter in such films is ‘slop’, and we are left in no doubt by Gaby Chiappe’s script, which just occasionally errs on the heavy-handed side, that ministry women are third-class citizens.

The one female who has risen in the ranks is a rather butch lesbian (improbably yet nicely played by the decidedly non-butch Rachael Stirling). But Catrin finds herself firmly at the bottom of the heap.

‘Obviously, we can’t pay you as much as the chaps,’ she is told by her pompous new boss, played, or rather over-played, by Richard Grant.

Overall, Chiappe – an experienced TV writer (Lark Rise To Candleford, Shetland, The Level) here making her feature-film debut – does a lovely job of weaving Catrin’s doughty career progress in with her burgeoning feelings for screenwriting colleague Tom Buckley (Sam Claflin).

Conveniently, Ellis turns out to be rather a rotter, whereas Buckley, beneath his sneery, superior air, is a decent sort of cove, with a matinee-idol smile.

 

THEIR project, one designed not only to repair morale left in tatters by the Luftwaffe, but also to persuade the Americans to come to the aid of the plucky Brits, is a film based on a newspaper story about heroic twin sisters from Essex.

Catrin is despatched to Southend to get the sister’s story; how they borrowed their father’s rickety fishing boat and braved the Channel to rescue troops trapped at Dunkirk. Never mind that it isn’t entirely true; facts are pliable in wartime.

Besides, if all that were not rousing enough, one of the Dunkirk survivors brings home a terrier in his kitbag.

‘Authenticity, optimism, and a dog!’ cries the producer, Hungarian émigré Gabriel Baker (Henry Goodman), presumably based on the great filmmaker Emeric Pressburger. He knows just how to appeal to British sensibilities.

Their Finest is a serious tale, however. It is littered with casualties of war and lurches in some unexpected directions with several, tragic twists. Yet it is leavened with plenty of deft comic touches.

Mostly, these are supplied by Bill Nighy, as a vain, mannered old ham of an actor, called Ambrose Hilliard. There’s no point cracking any kind of gag about Nighy being perfectly cast in such a role, since he’s already dropped them all himself in the publicity interviews.

Besides, he really is very funny, at one point investing ‘semolina pudding’ with exactly the same predatory loucheness Leslie Phillips used to get out of ‘Ding Dong!’

Eddie Marsan and Helen McCrory, as Hilliard’s agent and his sister, provide sterling comic support.

And Jeremy Irons pops up, too, enjoying himself hugely in a cameo as a starchy Ministry of War mandarin.

The excellence of the cast is but one of many reasons to see this film.

It’s witty and warm-hearted, and genuinely poignant at times, but, maybe usefully of all, it offers a fresh, enlightening perspective on a period so frequently depicted by the movies that I didn’t think there were any true, or true-ish, stories left to tell.

It turns out that there are.

 

Their Finest (12A)

Verdict: Beguiling wartime drama ★★★★

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