The plot is nothing much new. An older, experienced aviator (Preston Foster) is hired as a civilian instructor at Thunder Bird Airfield in Arizona. His missions: (1) To shepherd a class of American, British, and Chinese novices through primary flight training, and (2) to woo an old girl friend, Gene Tierney, who happens to live on a ranch next to the field.
One of his British students is the elegant-sounding and clean-cut young John Sutton. The poor guy used to be a doctor but then volunteered for the RAF, a position for which he seems manifestly unsuited. He gets airsick and is acrophobic, like me. Encouraged by his aunt, the no-nonsense Dame May Witty, he does his best to overcome his defects. After some initial flights, Foster says he's going to wash Sutton out but Sutton begs for another chance and Foster relents, for now.
That's not all that's going on though. The ability to fly is one thing, but then there's Gene Tierney to contend with. Wow. Sutton and his co-cadet Richard Haydn (the voice of the caterpillar in "Alice in Wonderland") run into Gene Tierney in a dress shop. They admire her legs and she taunts them, flirtatiously, and leads them on. Preston's love for Tierney, if that's what it is, in unrequited but Tierney and Sutton get along quite well together. Did I mention her legs? Did I mention her facial features? She looks like the result of a mating between a Chinese porcelain doll and a fox.
But never mind the romance. That's ground. The figure is the flying. The director, William Wellman, was a flier himself and though this was strictly a contractual obligation, his fascination with airplanes illuminates the film. I can only think of a few other films that have so successfully captured the exuberance of flying biplanes in their colorful pre-war paint schemes in the blue and crystalline air of Arizona. Such beauty for such an ugly end.
If you find the romantic theme music familiar or appealing, it's written by Harry Warren for another movie about ice skating in the same year, 1942. The title is "There Will Never Be Another You," and it's entered the Great American Songbook. You can download it from anywhere.
There's not much else to be said about the movie. The performances are all professional, the plot is the result of innumerable recyclings, and the visual imagery is splendor itself, especially the girl and the airplanes. Did I mention her legs? A cheerful and diverting way to spend an hour and a half.
One of his British students is the elegant-sounding and clean-cut young John Sutton. The poor guy used to be a doctor but then volunteered for the RAF, a position for which he seems manifestly unsuited. He gets airsick and is acrophobic, like me. Encouraged by his aunt, the no-nonsense Dame May Witty, he does his best to overcome his defects. After some initial flights, Foster says he's going to wash Sutton out but Sutton begs for another chance and Foster relents, for now.
That's not all that's going on though. The ability to fly is one thing, but then there's Gene Tierney to contend with. Wow. Sutton and his co-cadet Richard Haydn (the voice of the caterpillar in "Alice in Wonderland") run into Gene Tierney in a dress shop. They admire her legs and she taunts them, flirtatiously, and leads them on. Preston's love for Tierney, if that's what it is, in unrequited but Tierney and Sutton get along quite well together. Did I mention her legs? Did I mention her facial features? She looks like the result of a mating between a Chinese porcelain doll and a fox.
But never mind the romance. That's ground. The figure is the flying. The director, William Wellman, was a flier himself and though this was strictly a contractual obligation, his fascination with airplanes illuminates the film. I can only think of a few other films that have so successfully captured the exuberance of flying biplanes in their colorful pre-war paint schemes in the blue and crystalline air of Arizona. Such beauty for such an ugly end.
If you find the romantic theme music familiar or appealing, it's written by Harry Warren for another movie about ice skating in the same year, 1942. The title is "There Will Never Be Another You," and it's entered the Great American Songbook. You can download it from anywhere.
There's not much else to be said about the movie. The performances are all professional, the plot is the result of innumerable recyclings, and the visual imagery is splendor itself, especially the girl and the airplanes. Did I mention her legs? A cheerful and diverting way to spend an hour and a half.