And what better way to mark the fake birthday of Jesus (his being born on December 25 is about as likely as Father Christmas barreling down one's chimney after all) than seeing a war film about the cracking of the Nazi Enigma machine by a group of upper class braniacs.
While it was entertaining, full of droll, British humor, and arguably THE key development of the second World War (historians have calculated that the breaking of the code machine shortened that war by two years and saved 14 million lives), it dragged on a bit. There was no real explanation of how the code-breaking machine actually broke codes, or why there needed to be a dozens of rotating dials on the front. Instead, the film focused on what an utter dick Alan Turing was to everyone who had the misfortune to meet him. His being gay certainly led to his prosecution, sentencing, and eventual suicide, but surely it had nothing to do with his mathematical acumen.
And whatever possessed the producers to cast airhead Keir Knightley as one of those braniacs?
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