One of the greatest triumphs of arguably the most pivotal six years of human history, reduced to 1 hour 40 minutes of, "Look what I did with the light in his eyes!", "You see, the sea foam was a metaphor of Death's cold blanket...." to, "See how deafening that silence is here?" ego stroking. The cinemetography was erratic and the dialogue would've been predictable if not for it's constant contradictions. It is as if a crew of hipsters wanted to make an Avant Garde art film from whatever subject was picked by lot out of a tweed trilby. Twice I've sat through this, the second time to give the film a fair shake, because I really, REALLY wanted to like it. Three stars for the acting (because I believe they really wanted to honor the evacuation of Dunkirk) and for good costumes.