Summary
In the soot-laced twilight of a war-singed Europe, a threadbare British private, John MacAndrews, plucks a tarnished brass button from the cuff of his tunic—only to discover the metal is whisper-thin Aladdin metal, a sliver of djinn-forged history soldered by munitions machinists. Each rub detonates a geyser of desire: barracks dissolve into Persian rose-gardens, bully-beef transmutes into peacock-stuffed banquets, and the chalky Somme sky folds into a cobalt harem of silk. Yet every miracle levies a blood-bruise on the world—sisters age decades in heartbeats, comrades vanish like smoke in a trench, and the button itself grows hotter, as though feeding on the marrow of consequence. Gwynne Herbert’s Salvation Army lass, half-saint, half-siren, tries to leash the chaos with hymnals, while James Carew’s monocled colonel schemes to weaponize the wishes for King and country. By the time the button’s final wish is bled dry, the film has become a mercury-slick meditation on imperial greed, conjuring both the phosphorescent horror of war and the gaudy ecstasy of music-hall make-believe.
Synopsis
A soldier's tunic button, made from Aladdin's lamp, grants his wishes.
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