For those seeking a film of warmth and love, the new version of Flight of the Phoenix (released on the 17th of last month) will probably seem too dark—the disturbing images, the deaths (the murder), and the fierce disputes. And those who despise feel-good stories may well think this to be one, with its cheerful laborers, the happy ending (don’t you dare label that a spoiler, not with this title), and its central theme of undying hope.
Oh, you wish to be engaged by a strong character study? You maybe turned off by the heavy injection of ‘hip’ in a number of scenes. In attendance for the coolness? Then those attempts at character study sure are disturbing, aren’t they?
Seemingly, no matter what motivates one to watch movies it is here, carefully counterweighted with what drives that individual away from theaters.
Still, there is enough good that it could be accepted by a forgiving person were it not missing one important element: a point to it all.
I originally wrote the above for publication the day of the remake’s release, but I never sent it to the syndicate, citing my inability to say anything more about this wreck of a moving picture to get it up to desirable length.
That said, if you liked the idea of building an airplane from the scrap of another, rent the original 1965 film of the same name starring James Stewart.