For whatever reason, most of my favorite films somehow involve surviving some ordeal in the desert. This one is certainly no exception. Although I have a tough time believing that the weakened survivors of a plane crash could build an airplane in the middle of the desert from parts cannibalized from their crashed ship, the acting is strong enough to allow you to suspend reality long enough to enjoy the film. Jimmy Stewart, borders on being a very unlikable character, Ernest Borgnine convinces you that the desert can drive a person mad, and Hardy Kruger makes you believe that a motivated German can overcome any obstacle. There hasn't been a film made that doesn't involve the viewer suspending something in order to enjoy it. This one is worth the effort.
Review of The Flight of the Phoenix
