I love a good war movie, but there's something really special about a good war movie made during a time of war – and Great Britain pretty much cornered the market on those during World War II. 1943 wasn't exactly a banner year in British history, but the spirit and pluck of the British spirit that would ultimately lead them to victory is strongly revealed in this memorable submarine drama. We Dive At Dawn not only takes you underneath the waves for some pretty realistic combat, it gives you a great picture of submarine life and the camaraderie of the men who manned the tin cans of terror.
The movie starts rather slow, as we are introduced to the crew of the Sea Tiger as it heads home for a much-anticipated leave. You've got guys just looking for a good time, an officer lining up appointments with all of his favorite "aunts," a fellow with exceedingly cold feet over his pending nuptials, and one poor sailor who barely gets to see his little boy because his wife wants nothing to do with him. The men don't get to relive civilian life for long, though, as orders soon come in for them to report back to their sub. The Royal Navy has a special job for the Sea Tiger – sink the Brandenburg, one of Germany's fancy new battleships. It's a dangerous mission, as the sub will have to travel close to the surface in order to make their appointed rendezvous time with the iron behemoth. They have to be ever vigilant and ready to dive at a moment's notice in order to keep from being spotted by any German planes or sailing vessels. It looks like the mission might be scrubbed when they discover they are too late to intercept the Brandenburg close to the German coast. That's when the tension really begins to build, though, as the Captain decides to enter the dangerous Baltic Sea in pursuit of their prey. The Baltic is dangerous territory; just getting in is a problem, and the comparatively shallow sea is laced with mines. Once they finally spot the Brandenburg and fire upon it, they are assailed by depth charges that leave the Sea Tiger leaking water and spewing much-needed (and easily detectable) oil. They don't even know if any of their torpedoes hit the target or not. This is when things really get good. A safe return to England looks darn near impossible – unless the sub can somehow play possum long enough to escape German eyes and somehow engineer a miraculous refueling at a hostile port.
There's nothing fancy about We Dive at Dawn. It's just an excellent, realistic film that really gives you a feel for submarine life and combat during the height of World War II. It also pays tribute to the indomitable British spirit that would see them through the darkest days of the early 1940s.