Absolutely a miserable film in the airplane disaster genre. It's so bad, not because of the cast, but rather the most unbelievably ridiculous writing. Everyone has his own story here, and the plot becomes more ridiculous as the picture goes on.
An older looking Dana Andrews found fault with his young son from the time of the latter's birth. You never saw a wife die so quickly in this totally waste of effort film. Jealous of John Kerr, who gave loving attention at the funeral of Andrews' wife, Andrews makes sure that Kerr never becomes a captain.
In the other plane, Efraim Zimbalist plays a pilot with a loving young daughter. The latter worships the ground he walks on. He is married to a possessive, manipulative woman. (Rhonda Fleming.) Their marriage has gone nowhere. His passenger is Troy Donahue. We never knew why Donahue had to get home to Washington so quickly. By the end of the film, we couldn't care less.
Kerr has a problem. Should he continue as a pilot or become an artist, as his asylum-resident father has been. The latter in a catatonic state has resumed painting. What? The guy doesn't even know what planet he is on.
What were the writers thinking when they wrote this garbage? None of the plots or subplots are carefully examined.
No wonder that John Kerr eventually quit acting. With a picture like this, forget it.
An older looking Dana Andrews found fault with his young son from the time of the latter's birth. You never saw a wife die so quickly in this totally waste of effort film. Jealous of John Kerr, who gave loving attention at the funeral of Andrews' wife, Andrews makes sure that Kerr never becomes a captain.
In the other plane, Efraim Zimbalist plays a pilot with a loving young daughter. The latter worships the ground he walks on. He is married to a possessive, manipulative woman. (Rhonda Fleming.) Their marriage has gone nowhere. His passenger is Troy Donahue. We never knew why Donahue had to get home to Washington so quickly. By the end of the film, we couldn't care less.
Kerr has a problem. Should he continue as a pilot or become an artist, as his asylum-resident father has been. The latter in a catatonic state has resumed painting. What? The guy doesn't even know what planet he is on.
What were the writers thinking when they wrote this garbage? None of the plots or subplots are carefully examined.
No wonder that John Kerr eventually quit acting. With a picture like this, forget it.