An acerbic satire on the banality of war propaganda which rouses a nation into patriotism on dubious agendas. It is worth citing George Orwell here: "War against a foreign country only happens when the moneyed classes think they are going to profit from it." 'Humanitarian intervention' is the hard sell, the soft sell is the profitability of war. When war is described as 'lovely' or 'beautiful', alarm bells go off.
All rather detached and best appreciated as a series of effective vignettes rather than a cohesive whole. The lords n' ladies of the establishment casting has a somewhat obvious feel and tends to negate the end-of-the-pier accuracy of the original. Nevertheless it has a decency and sincerity despite the feel that Attenborough directs by plodding assembly rather than spark or verve.
I want to give it more for its genius in camerawork and in the tone, reminiscent of Buñuel, and reminding me of War Work, but with a dark dark comedic stageplay approach to showing the senselessness of war, the class divide and the humanity that is not erased even in direst of situation.