During the Second World War, an RAF transport is shot down over the North Sea. Four men are on a dinghy, hoping for rescue as they drift closer to occupied Holland. Back at headquarters of the RAF Search and Rescue Force, the work is being coordinated. Meanwhile, one of the launches taking part in the search has mechanical problems.
That rarely happens under ordinary circumstances in the movies, right? Things work until the actual battle begins, and then the engineer - invariably Scottish - puts things together with string and old cutlery. This is not that sort of movie. It's pacing is odd. It's crisis and routine, and nothing gets done, until the last minute, just like in real life. People talk oddly. Dirk Bogarde, one of the downed fliers, is shrill.
Unfortunately, this ambitious way of telling a story doesn't really work to maintain interest. The characters are either blanks, like Michael Redgrave, who holds the Maguffin, or unappealing. It's an interesting experiment, but like many of them, it doesn't prove its worth.
Good cast, though.
That rarely happens under ordinary circumstances in the movies, right? Things work until the actual battle begins, and then the engineer - invariably Scottish - puts things together with string and old cutlery. This is not that sort of movie. It's pacing is odd. It's crisis and routine, and nothing gets done, until the last minute, just like in real life. People talk oddly. Dirk Bogarde, one of the downed fliers, is shrill.
Unfortunately, this ambitious way of telling a story doesn't really work to maintain interest. The characters are either blanks, like Michael Redgrave, who holds the Maguffin, or unappealing. It's an interesting experiment, but like many of them, it doesn't prove its worth.
Good cast, though.