Their Finest

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(RATING: ☆☆☆☆ out of 5 ) GRADE: B THIS FILM IS RECOMMENDED. IN BRIEF: A well acted and thoroughly entertaining war story. SYNOPSIS: During World War II, a secretary joins a movie crew to make a propaganda film about Dunkirk. JIM'S REVIEW: Let's face it, with a film entitled Their Finest, the bar is set mighty high. And while the film is not the finest film you will ever see, it is still a fine film worthy of one's attention. It boasts very good acting, a literate script, strong direction and period details, and an intriguing premise. Not all of these elements works as a whole, but the parts are genuinely compelling. A movie production crew wants to tell "a story that will inspire the world". These are desperate times, in 1940 war-town London. Public spirits is low and the government wants the entertainment industry to provide a more positive uplift to the doom and glory that is an everyday occurrence for the English folk by creating a propaganda film to unite the country. Thrown into the mix of creative souls is Catrin Cole (Gemma Arterton), a former secretary hired as a screenwriter to bring a more authentic woman's point of view. It is there she meets Tom Buckley (Sam Clafin), a cynical talented writer, although she is involved with Ellis Cole (Jack Huston) an egotistical artist. But duty calls and Catrin has found her calling, both professionally and personally. Also on the set is Phyl Moore (Rachael Stirling), a tough-as-nails Rosalind Russell type, Carl Lundbeck (Jake Lacy), an American war hero turned actor ala Audie Murphy (with even less talent), and a washed-up matinée idol, Ambrose Hilliard (the reliable Bill Nighy). Adding more prestige to this movie-within-a-movie are such steadfast British stars as Richard E. Grant, Jeremy Irons, and Eddie Marsan, although their contributions are mere cameo walk-ons. All of the actors are superb, even if some of their roles are underwritten. The film, when always entertaining, is in need of a few rewrites. Some scenes seems out of place and supporting characters lack depth. It feels as if there are two films vying for the moviegoer's attention: the down-on-his-luck aging actor in search of a hit, and a tender love story about two writers who find each other. While both are interesting and acted to maximum effect, the plot rarely gels, especially with some contrivances toward the third act. The overall mood varies from comedic moments to pure melodrama and then serious wartime drama. Lone Scherfig solidly directs but she doesn't find the right tone and Gaby Chaippe's screenplay needs to show more realism and edginess rather than seeing the story through rose-colored glasses. Still, the chemistry between the ill-matched lovers is palpable and Ms. Arterton and Mr. Clafin make a charming duo. Add the self-effacing subtlety of Mr. Nighy to add a taste of the bittersweet and Their Finest is a refreshing change of pace, especially from the usual dregs of the pre-summer movie season.

So, here we have a production clearly in the 'market for older film goers'. Give 'em a bit of nostalgia and a few pretty people to look at. No rude words, just a hint of sex and, if you can get away with it, some bare flesh. Make a couple of historical references, use some old news reel, Bingo, it has to be a hit! Or, so seems to be the thinking. This film, though, is a massive dud. We have a crowd of indistinguishable characters making heavy work out of a school boy story idea using Wikipedia for fact checking. Get this, ye olde Britons were known for their 'bad' teeth and ye olde Yanks for their 'brilliant' teeth. This 'knowledge' is directly referenced in this film but, those of us who know what is being referenced in the fact, can't spot a single instance of the crooked toothed amongst any of the actors. So, how does the straight toothed American stand out???? Where are the short back and sides and Brilliantined male hair styles? We see these errors because the story supposedly being told in this production is so off and unconvincing there is nothing more to do as you twiddle your thumbs waiting for the whole damn thing to come to an end. One final quibble, Staffordshire bull terriers were not and are not associated with Londoners during the war...its like having a gorilla dancing in the foreground in psychology tests. Crap.