It's a comment on the state of the UK film industry that such an amateurish production could be considered broadcastable, or even distributable. There's a lot of syllables.
An actor spends the first 20 minutes or so talking to camera wearing an aircrew face mask, so any acting is minimal. Then we get to visit a Museum of WWII, and admire pristine aircraft (of the wrong type and vintage, of course), Austin Standards or whatever, and the interiors of pubs lovingly recreated by RentACrowd, Inc. Oh, sorry, you thought there might be a story? Nah.
It is a home movie, after all. Alan Smithee would be ashamed.
An actor spends the first 20 minutes or so talking to camera wearing an aircrew face mask, so any acting is minimal. Then we get to visit a Museum of WWII, and admire pristine aircraft (of the wrong type and vintage, of course), Austin Standards or whatever, and the interiors of pubs lovingly recreated by RentACrowd, Inc. Oh, sorry, you thought there might be a story? Nah.
It is a home movie, after all. Alan Smithee would be ashamed.
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