I was so sure I’d be safe with Dunkirk. It’s Dunkirk. A World War. Sacred History. It Happened As They Said It Did.
I wouldn’t be Momento’d in a movie about Dunkirk. I wouldn’t be Inceptioned. This story is so carved in rock it can’t be muddled or convoluted. I was so confident.
But in swans Christopher ‘Fuck You’ Nolan, a man who I’m starting to believe will turn to ash and vanish on the breeze if he ever meets a simple linear narrative, to explain to me in IMAX resolution all the ways I was an idiot and a fool. All the while Cillian Murphy’s Sad Eyes watch on with a weary detachment, and Harry Styles chews with the brazenness of a man who has never seen himself chew on a screen the size of a football pitch.