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Director: Roseanne Liang
This movie is a mess, and I don't really get why it has "generally favorable" reviews on metacritic, other than that it twists itself in a pretzel to be a #metoo movie of the moment, dressed up in WWII and made by people who don't seem to know or care very much about the reality grounding the fantastic elements of their set-up.
Moretz is a fine actor and it's great to see someone who was a kid actor show they can do this in a grown up role. She looks the right age to be in the place she's at for 1943 or whatever this is. But. I think she needs to talk to her managers and agents.
It's WWII, and for some reason an all-Allies flight crew exists, which... fine. Aussies, Scotsmen, Americans. Flying a B-17. A mysterious woman (Chloë Grace Moretz) with a mysterious package gets on board a flight as its about to taxi, headed out from New Zealand to Somoa. She says she's operating under orders from the local Major, a real hard ass, and *she's classified*.
Upon take-off, the airmen all begin piling on an entire year's worth of the worst, most tasteless conversation likely to occur, all while Moretz is on the comms. Oh, and for some reason, the only place they have for her to sit is the underbelly turret of the B-17.