I have not seen this movie yet. But I did read the book a few years ago.
It reminded me of a gentleman I knew when I was a lad; Lawrence Mole, he was a prisoner on the Burmah railway during WWII. He would often come to my father's garage for a chat and a cup of tea and a roll your own cigarette stuck to his lip. He hated anything Japaneseand I remember him saying how he couldn't find an English made TV to buy, and that all the good British
motorcycles were gone. He used to go to a reunion in London every year for his comrades, but stopped going when the president of the group turned up in a Mazda! he just couldn't believe it! he's gone now of course; as is Arthur Taylor, who was in north Africa with Monty; in his retirement; Arthur would help my dad at the garage and make the tea. I enjoyed talking to these guys when I was a teenager. All proper ordinary working class blokes, who knew what it was like to go to hell and back, and not complain! They are not forgotten!