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Harry Styles
No matter how good or how bad Harry Styles is, he is still Harry Styles. The idea of casting largely unknowns for the band of British squaddies works... until you stick an exceptionally recognisable pop star in the middle of them. Even your Grandad has a chance of pointing out 'that bloke off of TV. Not Simon Cowell. The other one'.
Mrs Film Intel made a solid point on this on the way out of the cinema. Yes, it had distracted her too, but Styles' acting seemed OK and Justin Timberlake eventually overcame this sort of objection didn't he? Yes, he did, arguably when he got to The Social Network in 2010, having started with a few cameos, a few straight-to-video offerings and Alpha Dog in 2006. Did Dunkirk really need to provide Styles' Alpha Dog moment? Would it not have been better for Nolan to provide his Social Network moment in a few years time? The film would lose nothing from losing him.
'It's a suspense film'
Nolan has talked at length about the fact that he approached Dunkirk as a suspense film, in the mould of Hitchcock, rather than a War movie. He is successful in one of the three sections. Tom Hardy’s fighter pilot, early on, clocks his fuel gauge and checks his levels against those of Jack Lowden. With the inevitability of a loud Hans Zimmer score (we’ll get to that) the fuel gauge is soon broken and Hardy’s pilot has to make decisions not only on destination but on how involved he can get in the skirmishes below. It’s a simple and effective bit of plotting.
The 'Nolaness' of everything
Nolan is now such a looming figure in cinema that he is a having an almost meta impact on how I perceive his films. His decision not to use digital enhancements, for example, made it difficult to fully suspend disbelief during Dunkirk; the opposite effect the director aims for. Instead of thinking ‘oh look at those boats rescuing the sailors’, I found myself thinking ‘wow, those boats were all really there’. Nolan shouts so loudly about his lack of artifice that he creates this second layer of in-camera artifice for himself. ‘This is so real!’, you can almost hear him saying, as he presents something to you which is entirely fake.
One hour, one day, one week
The decision to split the timeline worked for me... apart from at the points where the three stories converged. Again, as with Nolan’s ardent claims of reality, these moments operated like Blofeld’s reveal in Spectre; tricks the film thinks are extremely clever, but in actuality are base expressions of coherence. Nolan is praised for treating his audience as intelligent beings, but these moments invite viewers to proclaim simple recognition and treat it as professorial revelation. They don’t recognise intelligence, or even require it; they’re cheap blockbuster tricks.
Private Ryan's guts
The cries of ‘where’s the blood’ are the Dunkirk criticism I understand the least. If you saw the soldiers drowning in upturned boats, those on the beach being thrown into the air by the neatly plotted line of bombs, the soldier walking into the sea to attempt to swim the channel and thought ‘this needs more blood!’ then my feeling is that the film isn't the main problem here. Yes, it eschews gore where others have pursued it and yes, I'm sure part of that was to earn a 12A rating. Is that a problem? Not one bit.
Zimmer's toy set
Shiny-headed music maestro Moby once said that as the music got faster and louder the quiet bits got more important. Apparently Moby and Hans Zimmer don't hang out much, to the surprise of nobody and disappointment of me. Zimmer's score, like a comedy tumbling dumpster that won't stop falling, occasionally finds a moment of music in a soundscape of drones, whines and tinkles. It's as much sound design as score and it does work in part. But it also relentlessly preaches at you to a degree that's distracting. Like the 'Nolaness' of the film, the 'Zimmerness' takes that incessant Inception drone and ups the ante. In Nolan's next, Zimmer is reportedly just going to shout at you for two hours.
Rylance and Hardy
Back to the youngsters on the beach. Whether it's Harry Styles or the 'unknowns', none of them are as good as Mark Rylance or Tom Hardy. Any time on the beach, particularly after a few people prove themselves to be a little unsavoury, is time away from the stiff upper lip of the more experienced hands, around which I would have liked to have seen this film built even more.
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