Film

Whisky Galore!

Name: Whisky Galore!
Genre: Comedy, Crime
Released: 1949
Cast: Basil Radford, Bruce Seton, Gordon Jackson, Wylie Watson, Morland Graham

Ealing at its driest: wartime rationing has left a Hebridean island bone dry until a wrecked cargo ship spills fifty thousand cases of whisky onto its shores. What follows is a communal caper played dead straight — islanders quietly outwitting a pompous Home Guard officer with more cunning than guilt. It's less about plot than about watching a whole village conspire with perfectly straight faces. Gentle, quick, quietly subversive comfort viewing.

TMDb rating

6.8

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