Dunkirk is the elite’s epic blockbuster, a stylised, beyond elegant and silent version of a WW2 event I’ve never previously heard of: the retreat of 300 thousand British soldiers stranded on beaches of Northern France. 

The film left my emotional reservoir untapped and kept me conscious of its bits and pieces throughout its run. Being numb from the common armada of conventional imagery and storytelling that we receive through all medium and faced with the raw freshness of Nolan’s imagery I stood glancing aware of every move. No tearjerking narrative tricks, no ample orchestras breaking into major scales to free the audience from the bleak anxiety and tension built gracefully by Nolan’s constructions, just a conscious feeling that this is “epic” of never before seen good taste.