The movie suffers a bit from choppy, impatient editing (note the girls' water-ballet sequence and the boys' woefully truncated midair dance), and some of the set pieces (mostly heaped upon poor Spall) are bright, whimsical and thuddingly stupid. It's a toss-up whether or not audiences will be amused by the crafty newsreel sequences that serve as expository joints as well as warning of the approaching horrors of war. Taken as a whole, the movie seems to be searching for a harmony it never really achieves. Then again, by shifting this dusty classic to a more modern context, perhaps Branagh is indeed helping audiences, as he's stated, "to view these films as entertainment and not intelligence tests." If that's the case, then OK -- perhaps it is just a little bit wonderful.