I continue to punish myself with dreary films. I wanted something funny and easy on a Sunday afternoon. Shame I put this on. The concept itself is amusing. The opening reveals that Winston Churchill wasn’t Britain’s brilliant wartime leader and genial drunk, instead he was an American G.I., played by the always watchable Christian Slater, who single-handedly brings down Adolf & chums inside the confines of Buckingham palace. His love interest is Princess Elizabeth Windsor, played by the rarely watchable Neve Campbell. Peppered with British comedy talent from Harry Enfield to Vic and Bob the film takes on the look of a poorly thought out series of sketches based around broad British stereotypes of how the Americans view England. Whilst trying to snare an American audience with the US cast members the film also attempts a sort of transatlantic humour; the satire of the concept meshes inadequately with the broad slapstick of the script. It just doesn’t work. Some of the cast look embarrassed about the whole thing and I was quite bored. Most of the comedy misses the sharpness of the individual talent involved – a fleeting glimpse of which is afforded in the out-takes played over the credits.
Time to up the quality levels methinks.