Cevin Kookman’s review published on Letterboxd:
The most soaringly epic filmmaking of Lean and Griffith truncated into a razor-sharp 109-minute feature that refuses to let up. Absolutely invigorating & stunning sense of perspective and scale. Wears its geography, its textures, its weight and its sonics like well-worn boots; Nolan has somehow delivered a film from 1915, 1952, 1979, 2017, and 2044.
DUNKIRK is the work of a truly masterclass auteur trimming the fat of his faulty pictures, namely the delusional insistence that paper-thin caricatures can carry the emotional core of plotty, mechanical, process-heavy narratives. The man can't do character, so he throws them to the wind.
The tides of war pummel in and wade out, the men and women servicing themselves to the cause dock in & out. Soldiers as meatsacks lined up along beaches, ships, and trains... Awaiting their re-packaging as war heroes; the reward for a tour of trauma, artificial redemption for a campaign of carnage. No character backstories, just distinct traits... Each of the three interlocking narratives see the steadfast conveyor belt of valor working its magic, every man walking face-first into the fray because that's what they were bred for. Very, very loud ALL QUIET ON THE WESTERN FRONT. The cyclical nature of humanity, of war, it peeters in circles like clockwork.
Ticking, ticking , ticking ----- t i c k i n g ......
Resplendent fucking cinema.