An OK romance drama from the UK, but with a ridiculous title

Aside from its utterly ridiculous title - The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society - which makes it sound like one of those silly, concocted books - e.g Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants - the Netflix movie v of the bi-authored novel is at least pretty good as a romance drama, pretty good because, well, you can see where the romance is heading from minute #1, but better than average because of its unusual wartime setting. Yes, it's about the 1 millionth British movie set during World War II and the bombing of London (does anyone else find it astonishing how important that era is, still, to British writers and filmmakers, now about 75 years later?), but it has the unusual twist of being largely set on the island of Guernsey, which, apparently, was over-run and completely controlled by the Nazi forces, who brought in war prisoners to do all the dirty work (construction of ugly lookout towers, still standing apparently), seized property, enforced curfews and bans on assembly, and deported resistors to prison camps in Germany. So we get a romance set against this background in the immediate post-war years. Basic story line is that a beautiful, young, single (but engaged), author goes to the island at the request from a fan letter received from local pig farmer and while there begins an investigation of a deportation during the Occupation. The narrative is plot driving but somewhat mechanical, as the author, improbably, pieces together the story as one after another character speaks to her in confidence. The filmmakers bring to the fore all of the qualities we've come to expect from British film and TV: great landscape photography, incredible attention to period detail (including London street settings, buses, trains, cars, and even military transport planes), and really good acting. At risk of giving away what really should not be a surprise to any viewer, I think they took too many easy shots at the woman's crass and insensitive Yankee fiance, whom she, thankfully, throws over and moves in with the handsome, sensitive, even literary pig farmer. Possible? Maybe. Likely? No. Obvious? Way too.