In Dutch cinema, there isn’t generally a convention of praising our (I’m Dutch) authentic saints. Not so much since we don’t have them, but rather in light of the fact that the most well known ones had a tendency to be of the maritime assortment. Piet Hein, Michiel de Ruyter, and Maarten Tromp were all dynamic amid the seventeenth century, in limitless, VAST ocean fights over the world, and doing their stories equity on film would cost significant moolah.
In any case, lo-and-see: somebody rose to the test and made Michiel de Ruyter, a film about the splendid chief naval officer, who was essential in securing a future for the Netherlands during an era when it was quite ambushed. The final result is an over two hour long film which is shockingly low on humiliating minutes, and amazingly deals with a genuinely epic take a gander at the time period in which it happens.