I felt utterly charmed by Gemma Arterton, Bill Nighy and the story they told in Their Finest. This picture honours those who lived during the Blitz -- people such as my grandparents who kept their son safe by seeking shelter on the London underground.
The film, written by Gaby Chiappe and based on Lissa Evans’ novel, looks at the propaganda effort. Apparently, the main directive involved picture-making that combined authenticity as well as entertainment. Notably, Lone Scherfig’s direction pulls off another daring coup, navigating tight tonal separations between comedy and drama.
Simply delightful at center stage, Gemma Arterton made me feel nostalgic not only about England of yesteryear but her own journey as an actress. She’s always exciting to watch, those little moments sans dialogue carrying definitive proof that she’s talented in ways Hollywood has yet to contemplate. As Catrin Cole, a Welsh lady ushered from secretarial duties to that of scriptwriter, she masters the accent perfectly.
Meanwhile, Bill Nighy plays the disgruntled veteran performer to perfection. He conveys professionalism and a dash of sophisticated wit to a story overflowing with both properties.
Melodically, Rachel Portman’s score appears fine though it’s a tad forgettable upon reflection.
Talking feminism, it’s clear that Mrs. Cole’s gender plays a part in guiding the script toward a satisfactory finish. However, where the film makes headway the most involves dissolving such shallow boundaries. After all, men and women share equal burdens in life, why not art?
(Released by STX Entertainment and rated "R" for some language and a scene of sexuality.)