I had quite high hopes for Resistance; the trailer was promising, the premise interesting and the top-billed stars (Michael Sheen and Andrea Riseborough) have both done good things elsewhere. I’m not going to beat around the bush, though. This is possibly one of the dullest films I’ve ever seen.
The story is set in a Welsh valley in an alternative 1944. One where the Germans are winning the war and Britain is being invaded. So far, so intriguing. The women of the valley wake up to find their men-folk have disappeared, presumably to join the resistance, and the Germans arrive soon after, looking for a map or something.
That’s basically it. For 92 long minutes.
Queue more shots of people staring silently into the middle-distance than you can shake a stick at, painfully drawn out silences and foggy hillside vistas aplenty.
I really liked the premise of Resistance, and there were glimmers of potential within, particularly the portrayal of the soldier in charge, Albrecht. He seems like a decent man, he’s war-weary and wants to keep his men, and the villagers, safe. He’s played with sensitivity and heart by Tom Wlaschiha, but it doesn’t really matter because NOTHING HAPPENS.