not really anything new to say, but.
the "This ship is England" thing puts a pretty perfect button on this, duh. the ship's rigid structure with its necessarily ironclad procedure, harsh discipline and social stratification carefully (selectively for the time being) adapting to the encroachment of more humanistic pursuits of pacifism, skepticism, and science. perhaps the lesser of two weevils har har, but Weir's rich, simple, deep frames and unhurried editing are mesmerizingly devoted to the quotidian, and so maybe the unquestioned structure of a common end can point to a middle ground. it's drawn well-earned comparisons to Lean but Weir's study of polite masculinity here and the frequent downright abstract compositions wouldn't be out of place in Johnnie To or Michael Mann.*
"Were it from another man, you'd cry out 'Oh, what pitiful stuff', and dismiss it as mere enthusiasm."
*which i've been watching a bunch of lately so i could be pulling that entirely out of my ass.