A bum steer from Nell Minow at Roger Ebert's venue (three-and-a-half stars). This is a well-known story, about the meteorological forecast for D-Day in 1944, that could possibly have been great but is very poorly told. The cast is adequate and perhaps the direction is too but the script by David Haig and director Anthony Maras, adapting the former's stage play, is not. Andrew Scott (Locke (2013), Fleabag, 1917 (2019), Wake Up Dead Man (2025)) led as the foremost British forecaster. I thought he did OK but was always thinking that Robert Carlyle was the man for the job. Brendan Fraser took on Ike. Chris Messina drew the short straw as the overconfident American weatherman and had to deliver the same misfire time and again. Kerry Condon broke up the sausagefests with endless walk-ons and some mothering. The various attempts at getting the alpha energy flowing completely occluded the decision-making process. I guess they did succeed in making a movie about World War II with almost no Nazis in it.
Brandon Yu at the New York Times, more accurately. Fraser was miscast: he can't do gravitas. Jesse Hassenger, more brutally.
