Directed by Lewis Gilbert.
Sink the Bismarck! was quite a successful film in its time, and since it is so lazy and tedious it seems worthwhile to ask why. It is a war film made in the period of British decline as a world power, evoking an earlier time when Britain fought courageously and effectively against a mortal threat. Of course it’s understood that war movies in wartime are flag-wavers – Powell and Pressburger got into strife for not waving the flag hard enough in Colonel Blimp – but peacetime flag-wavers have no obvious propaganda-morale function. Films like The Dam Busters and Reach for the Sky come to mind, or the earlier and better The Cruel Sea. These were films meant to reassure that things hadn’t changed, and that the right people were still in charge.
The story of the Bismarck’s first and last voyage is a strong one, and has been the subject of books by C. S. Forester and William Shirer, among others. The British navy’s tracking of the Bismarck and the Prinz Eugen around the North Atlantic is like a chess game punctuated by the sinking of the Hood and, eventually, the Bismarck. The decision to turn Forester’s book into a commercial feature film rather than a documentary required the unfortunate injection of human interest. I say unfortunate because the characters are unimaginatively written and the acting is stiff and stereotyped.
Most of the film takes place in the Admiralty War Room, with intercut scenes on various British ships and the Bismarck itself. A complex narration is facilitated by the use of cutout characters – mostly stiff upper lip types with the exception of a few semi-comic lower class tradies accidentally on board the Prince of Wales. On the Bismarck, the fleet commander is a self-seeking fanatical Nazi (the actual commander was nothing of the sort) and the captain is a little more decent – not exactly a “good” Nazi, but good enough to underline the horribleness of his boss. Meanwhile, Kenneth More is the martinet in charge of the War Room, albeit with a secret sorrow, and he is permitted to “break down” when he hears that his son is missing at sea, presumed lost – that is, his shoulders heave a little in medium long shot, with his back turned. The entirely superfluous, dewily pretty Dana Wynter is allowed to witness this, and a little romantic spark is permitted in the closing scene, after Jerry has been sent to the bottom.
This movie hasn’t become dated – it was dated when it was made.