About the only "good" thing I remember about the movie was that it had an airplane in it.
Ernest K. Gann wrote an excellent nonfiction
book (Michael Moore fans look that word up!) by the same name. The movie script was cooked up by studio writers with zero aviation knowledge/interest. Gann sought to have his name removed from the credits. Even the producers were embarassed and it was released as an "Alan Smithie" movie. For those of you not familiar, Alan Smithie is a pseudonym used when producers or directors no longer want their names associated with a project.
If you like 1950s black and white simplistic movies you still might enjoy this one.
It is nothing like the book, which was a wonderful account of transport flying in the 1930s and 1940s. Gann was a pilot at American Airlines before WW II
and served in the Air Transport Command during that war. His prose style makes his books very readable to this day.
I always thought the plane looked like a Jet Commander on steroids.
Happiness is not seeing another trite Ste. Maarten photo all week long.