Six Minutes to Midnight

The phoniness of the entire production is emphasised by the fact that it was filmed not in Sussex but in Wales.

Director Andy Goddard (Downton Abbey) has made something determinedly old-fashioned out of all this while Izzard's attitude to the role could be summed up as: when in doubt, do nothing.

It's unfair of me to put it this way, but had I viewed Six Minutes to Midnight on PBS, I'd probably have felt it was just fine.

Izzard, so dazzling as a live performer, is always fun to watch onscreen: As Miller, she has a vibrant, inquisitive energy.

Six Minutes to Midnight is far from perfect, but it at least proves that historical entertainment doesn't automatically have to come with blinkers on.

There's a fascinating film - a mix of The Beguiled and Picnic at Hanging Rock - trying to escape from this creaky passion project of Eddie Izzard's.

Six Minutes to Midnight had the opportunity to be a small but tight espionage thriller but sadly squanders the potential by veering into cliché and having almost zero dramatic tension.

I do love a good war-time thriller and I enjoyed Six Minutes to Midnight, even if the stakes in the end were somewhat lower than the premise sets up.

A small, plucky film that makes you nostalgic for old fashioned spy adventures, even if it doesnt quite reach the heights of those influences. Its an interesting platform for Izzard as a star, and a promising beginning for her future as a screenwriter.

The overall plot may be threadbare, the talent involved seem wasted but the story however is interesting enough to watch to the end.