Hundreds of pows, enslaved Russians and Spanish workers held behind tall,barbed wire fences, starved and beaten by the Todt organisation, not 20 well fed men carrying the odd rock. Jersey, a ubiquitous landscape with granite farmhouses with walls edging every field. Home to a mostly rural population, having to farm twice as hard because the Germans took food for themselves. Locals who spoke in their own Jerriais dialect of Norman French to irritate the occupiers and spoke with a distinctive accent when speaking English.
Appallingly no attempt whatsoever, to represent the uniqueness of an increasingly forgotten language and way of life and the associated culture that was the backdrop to this story, nor any attempt at realistic dialogue. The direction is so stilted, that I only struggled through this because I wanted to see how these events, which I was already aware of, were depicted.
A missed oppurtunity.
Review of Another Mother's Son
