Mark Tunnicliffe

Unforgettable. Watch it - with an open mind to what blinkered hatred leads to, no matter your political tribe.

I'm reading some very snotty reviews in the UK press from critics I admire and trust (Hello Peter Bradshaw, Guardian!), and I can't help feeling you need an English degree from Cambridge or Oxford to miss the blindingly obvious here! The King is not intended to be Shakespeare's Henry V in straight speach - it has it's own story to tell, and Netflix/Hollywood project or not, delivers a stirring, piognant, beautifully performed, directed and produced film, with lots to say about people, our motives for war, or anything for that matter, and the sorrowing lateness of dawning truth, and our devastating compromises with it.

Garbled and pointless, you've seen this film a thousand times before. And none of them, before this, put a 'Skiffle' band in a wartime London pub. The characters are interchangeable, as are the set-piece punch-ups. It manages to confuse and bore at the same time. Who's pummelling who, and why? Who cares.

Haunting and beauiful, take a journey into inner space , as well as the outer, and join the search for those who made you what you are.