I grew up in the 70s and early 80s on a healthy diet of fish fingers, baked beans, grazed knees, The Big Match on a Sunday afternoon, brightly coloured clothes and flared trousers, bowl style haircuts, BMXing, running everywhere and war. Especially war. There were still a ton of people around, not much older than I am now, with war stories. My grandad was my preferred go-to-source for an epic war tale. The Second World War was still fresh-ish back then. Rudolph Hess was still in prison, the ongoing Cold War was almost a continuation of WW2, school teachers still referred to the Germans as ‘dastardly Hun’, Basil Fawlty educated the nation how we should forgive and forget and every weekend there would be a great, swashbuckling WW2 movie on the television. At least one, maybe more. We might have had only a fraction of the number of telly channels back then, but there was twice the WW2 content.*

I would watch war and I would play war. Mother wasn’t keen on me having toy guns. Indeed, she banned them for a while. Banning things is more often than not a pointless activity. Within two minutes of entering the woods, my brother and I would be running around with sticks that we had fashioned as substitute guns, shooting and perfecting dramatic death spirals that would have Torvill and Dean green with envy. The ban didn’t last and guns made their way into my toy collection. Along with armies of little plastic green soldiers, my Action Man and his jeep. As far as I was concerned, war was just one of the most fun things imaginable. Over the years, I’ve had a bit of a change of heart on this subject. But I still love a good war movie. Be it a gingoistic, heroic classic from the 50s to 70s, one from the extensive library of 80s Vietnam films or a modern big budget masterpiece full of grit and gore. Which brings me to the point – this is an awfully long introduction to what is a fairly brief review of Dunkirk.

Almost every review I’ve read has been a rave review. It is a good film. Perhaps even a very good film. There was a lot I liked about it. The cinematography was epic. The three stories – air, sea and land – were threaded together across different timeframes very cleverly. I want to watch the film again just so that I can fully get to grips with how that worked. The acting was excellent, although no one person had a particularly challenging role to play. I liked how the script told the collective human story rather than focussing on individual daring-do. There was constant tension, with a couple of moments that had me jump. I noticed Mrs P had her eyes wide open and her hand over her mouth throughout. And from a little bit of personal bias, I enjoyed the scenes filmed at Weymouth – I worked there last summer when they came to town.

All good so far. But there are some negatives. Firstly, scale. Dunkirk is the story of 400,000 plus soldiers and the film really did not deliver on recreating the scale of the event. Not by a long shot.The action scenes, whilst full of drama in their own right, are a little sparce, highlighting a limited number of attacks and dogfights rather than fully recreate the desperate battle that took place. Blood and gore was set to ‘Family Friendly’, presumably to get the 12 rating and more bums in cinema seats. There was little to no blood and what dead bodies there were tended to be fairly intact. War isn’t ‘family friendly’. War films that compromise on the grim reality of war in order to cater for that market, in my opinion, sell the genre short. Suffice it to say that there was no attempt to compete with the opening scene of Saving Private Ryan.

But my biggest gripe was the film score. The Beeb’s Mark Kermode found it to be a brilliant tool to ratchet up the tension and keep it there from beginning to end. I found it to be overpowering, drowning out the natural sounds of battle and eventually it became tiresome. I do wonder if the latest, greatest Dolby Atmos sound system installed in the cinema I visited was to blame. I do not know. Still, there’s been worse. The otherwise brilliant Killing Fields springs to mind.

But for all that, the film is still eminently watchable. Yes, you should see it. Is it the greatest war film ever? No. Is it even in the Top 10? Well, I gave that some thought. Any top ten list is going to be a bit subjective. But, perhaps with a degree of generosity – the film is fresh in my mind and beautifully shot – I’ll allow it to sneak into my Top 10 list. What are the other nine films ahead of it, I hear you ask? Like I said, I gave it some thought. Although I might think differently tomorrow. But today, it looks like this: Downfall, Schindlers List, Full Metal Jacket, Letters from Iwo Jima, Saving Private Ryan, A Bridge Too Far, Battle for Midway, Das Boot, Come and See and Dunkirk.

* This probably isn’t true. I don’t care.


4 thoughts on “Dunkirk

  1. norm says:

    My Grandmother could not watch war movies. She was a welder in the Seattle shipyards, her husband a machinist, they spent the war repairing damage from fighting with the Japanese. She always said that she did her best because it could be one of her brothers on that ship. She lost one at the bulge.

    The local bar(there was only one in our little town) was owned by a Ukrainian couple. When the war ended and they were let out of their work camp, those two headed west with a vengeance. Sixteen years old they were when they escaped to the west. Mary, the wife, would not talk about the war, her husband John told us a thousand stories on the front stoop of his bar in the wee hours after he closed. If we were lucky, he would play his mandolin. He died a few weeks after he retired of a heart attack. Two better reasons, to be pro immigration, you will never see. They loved America, their children are all professionals.

    War sucks. My wife’s little brother fought in the first Gulf War, he was only six when she and I hooked up. I was scared every moment he was fighting in that sand pile.

    Have a good one Gary, nice essay today.


    • I don’t remember what my grandmother had to say about the war. My grandfather was the talkative one. Although, somewhat ironically given that she stayed at home in London while he marched off through Germany, it was she who ended up with the war wounds. Shrapnel in her back – not from an exploding German bomb but a British anti-aircraft shell that failed to explode till it fell back to earth in Greenford.

      Nigel Farage last week encouraged all young people to go see Dunkirk. As so often, he didn’t specify why. Chiefly because the implied ‘why’ is xenophobic/racist, and from his point of view it’s best that people reach that conclusion without him having to explain it in any detail. Obviously, the key conclusion any informed person would draw is that the UK can be relied upon to save and provide shelter to hundreds of thousands of foreigners who are desperately trying to escape annihilation from an atrocious, warmongering regime. We’d even go so far as sending flotillas of boats out into the sea for them. He also would probably rather we didn’t look into the incredible contribution these people made to the war effort, or how well they integrated into the country after the war was done. Especially the Poles, many of whom chose to stay….

      I’ve not been to war. Long may that continue.


  2. My sister-in-law recently saw the movie, and her only criticism was the point that you made… that it did not begin to show the vast scope of rescuing 400,000 soldiers. I am not a big fan of war movies, but I do want to see this one. I leave for Mexico next week. The movie recently premiered in Mexico City, so I will probably see it down there.


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