Pretty much your standard Brit WW2 homefront pic. Best thing about it is the relative absence of patriotic gush, at least until that last scene where Patricia Roq gazes reverently skyward as bombers go to drop their payloads on the Nazis and brave, cheery singing breaks out. Until then it's fairly restrained, understated Brit stuff about women in factories, mostly. Too understated, actually. The film, perhaps because it was helmed by two directors, feels sluggish and a bit aimless as it slowly lurches from kitchen sink family drama to not very funny Naunton/Wayne bits to finally settle on Love At The Aircraft Plant. And the two love affairs, between shy Roq and shy-er Gordon Jackson and snobby Anne Crawford and pipe smoking Eric Portman, could not be duller if they tried. C plus.
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