This is a movie about important historical events that are unsung or unknown, but can be resuscitated in memory with a good dramatization about them, as is the case here.
In 1935, an old-school Whitehall bigwig named Lindemann
advocates that “attack is the best form of defense,” but his peers conclude
that Britain is ill equipped to combat the Nazi air force head-on, and
call on the country’s leading engineers to find a preventative
alternative. Nothing sticks until Samuel Watson-Watt — then employed by the Meteorological Office — proposes
a then-radical method of using radio waves to locate distant enemy
planes; he admits the idea is riddled with unknown factors, but the
aerial committee reluctantly declares it the best of a bad bunch, and
recruits the plainspoken Scotsman to head up a top-secret development
mission.
What ensues is less a flag-waving celebration of British resolve than
a study of internal class conflict within the British war effort, as
the ministers’ skepticism over Watson-Watt’s suitability for the project
stems to a considerable degree from his hearty accent and lack of
Oxbridge education. Much to their chagrin, Watson-Watt rejects their
offer to recruit a team of top physicists to assist him in his
endeavors, choosing instead to work with his existing meteorologist
colleagues — like him, regional
university graduates dismissed by Whitehall brass as “little
weathermen.” It’s a valid and still-resonant angle. It is not so much a tale of brilliance as one of perseverance and thinking outside the box. Very enjoyable.
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