



Heavily fictionalised biopic about RJ Mitchell, the designer of the Spitfire, which is repurposed for propaganda, and to acknowledge the UK's survival of the Battle of Britain. It begins in 1940 during the Blitz, and then reflects on his life from 1932 to his death in 1937. But while it is understandable that audiences would wish to salute their heroes, some of the liberties taken are questionable.
This was written, directed and starred Leslie Howard who claims Mitchell as an English gentleman, a genial toff in his pastoral sanctuary. Whereas he was from Staffordshire and worked his way up from the shop floor. More problematically, an aristocratic sponsor is portrayed as a patriot, when in reality she supported Hitler and Mussolini through her newspapers.
This rewrite of history didn't even survive WWII as the nation turned to socialism and meritocracy. However, it has some value as a record of the times, including footage of actual spitfire pilots and their machines. Howard and David Niven as the test pilot/narrator are easygoing and likeable, with Rosamund John steadfast support as Mitchell's wife.
The other main negative is it is too long. It is competently made and works as propaganda, with the rousing Spitfire Prelude composed by William Walton. Yet, almost nothing of this actually happened, beyond Mitchell designing the Spitfire. It brought inspiration and hope to a nation still in peril. And in 1942, that was the greater good. It couldn't possible have a similar impact now.