Yes, Flynn was still in Serious Honey mode (from 1935-1945) but I didn't really care...because in this movie, he is SO SERIOUS it's just appalling. He and MacMurray are trying to find a way to keep pilots from blacking out when diving...and finally come up with (ta daah!) the pressure suit.

And this takes over two hours. Sure, there are some other things going on, like a really stupid and pointless comic-relief bit where a guy is trying to avoid his wife so he keeps hiding in the isolation ward when she comes, you know where that goes. And Fred and Errol have some girl trouble. But mostly, it's talk talk talk and one airplane after another.

Now, Ottersis was visiting when we watched this; we would have seen it on the train, but it wouldn't play on my computer...and thank God for that, it was dull enough at home, but would have killed me to be in a small enclosed space with it.

Anyway. Mr. Otter and Ottersis had a fine old time identifying planes and talking about how cute they were.

<YAAAAAWN>

Oh, sorry, where was I? yes, planes. Somehow, in the great genetic crapshoot, I managed to completely miss the gene that makes me think that modes of transportation are cute or even being able to tell one from another. Cars are boxes that take you places, and although I am fond of my current set of wheels, Boudika, a big silver truck with a purple camper shell and with all the cool electronic toys inside like CRUISE CONTROL, I can honestly say that if circumstances forced me to sell her (as they have in the past with other vehicles) I wouldn't look back.

So you can imagine how <YAAAAAWN> much fun a movie with a whole lot of planes and not a whole lot of interesting plot was for me.

Watch it if you like those things with wings that go places...me, I'll just read a book while you do it, and be perfectly happy.