Having just finished a 1000 pages book on WW2, Darkest Hour left me with a terrible ambiguous aftertaste. On one hand, I must say that this is an attractive film, in the suspension of disbelief kind of way. In a subtle way, it uses a lot of comedy conventions, from the grumpy old man archetype to the giddy tone setting score, to the silly way Churchill, the King and Halifax speak. On the other, it feels deeply as it has been produced by Disney, a parody of sorts, now that the 70 year gap between the real events has brought detachment, an emotional buffer zone. And this takes out any true emotional value, if ever one was looked after by its filmmakers.