The magical waters of Dunkirk:
Being a surfer ruined the movie Dunkirk for me, at least according to my wife (who likes to blame a lot of things on my surfing). Cuz I was getting a headache from the magical waters and skies of Dunkirk. Look - it's a grey onshore day, no it's a glassy sunny day, look the swell is 4 - 6 foot and choppy, no the swell is 1 foot and clean, the sky is blue with white puffy clouds, no the sky is gray again with no distinct clouds. Look, it's sunny and calm here but when I look through the binoculars its gray and windy over there!
Look it's low tide, no it's medium tide, look I can jump into gray murky water and suddenly be swimming in azure beauty.
Like I said, it gave me a headache. Which made me less tolerant of the constantly mumbled speech, and lack of plot. And stuff like planes crashing in an empty sea only to have rescue craft emerge instantaneously as if from the deep. And the final scene, where Tom Hardy's plane runs out of gas, and glides effortlessly without losing altitude for a half hour.
Other than that, I thought it was a pretty good movie.