Le voyage fantastique

This movie is one of the few films about airplane disasters that really goes into the fundementals of design and construction problems. For it deals with metal fatigue, and how it causes an apparently marvelous airplane to become a death trap. The film is well written and acted by Jimmy Steward, Glynis Johns, Marlene Dietrich, and Jack Hawkins. There is nothing to say about that. I only feel that it is interesting to think of the author of the screenplay, Nevil Shute.

His real name was Nevil Shute Norway. He is remembered for his writing, in particular the novels A TOWN NAMED ALICE and ON THE BEACH. But he was also an aviation engineer. Working for Vickers, he helped design all types of aircraft. In particular, he helped in the building of the zeppelin R-100 which Vickers designed in a contest between private industry and the government. A Labor government in office was trying to demonstrate the superiority of government sponsored projects over private industry. The R-100 proved a perfectly adequate zeppelin, that did a maiden trip to and from Canada safely. The government sponsored R-101 crashed on its first voyage in France, and killed 44 out of 48 men on board, including the Secretary of State for Air, Lord Thomson (who had pushed the project) and most of the government's aviation experts. Shute wrote a very good account of his career as an engineer, and of the R-101 Tragedy, entitled SLIDE-RULE. I recommend reading it if you ever get a chance. It helps explain the experience he brought to the writing of NO HIGHWAY.

Frequent fliers will find the portrayal of a TransAtlantic flight in "No Highway in the Sky" to be quaint, if not prehistoric. Security is non-existent, no metal detectors, no pat downs, no baggage search. Passengers have lots of space, smoking is permitted, and tours of the flight deck are offered. The stewardesses work in a spacious kitchen, with a stove, cabinets filled with dishes, and shelves of glassware. Men and women have separate restrooms, and the passengers are all well groomed and appropriately dressed. Flying has certainly evolved, or devolved since 1951.

However, beyond a review of the comforts of flying during the mid-20th century, Henry Koster's "No Highway in the Sky" is a decent little drama, highlighted by an impassioned performance by James Stewart. Set in England, Stewart is Theodore Honey, a scientist in an aircraft design and testing lab, who is studying the propensity of the tail wings on Reindeer aircraft to self destruct after about 1400 hours of flying. As the widowed scientist, Stewart is gangly, clumsy, and socially awkward; absent minded to the point of forgetting where he lives, he is focused completely on science and the problem at hand and largely dismisses other people. In a household cluttered with books, Stewart lives with his intelligent school-age daughter, whom he has isolated from other children. Perhaps overshadowed by his work in "It's a Wonderful Life" and "Harvey" during the same period, Stewart is nevertheless excellent in the part, and his speech to the aircraft committee has elements of his passionate "Mr. Smith Goes to Washington" rouser.

Although the personal aspects of the story are unconvincing, the screenplay by R. C. Sheriff, Oscar Millard, and Alex Coppel, which was based on a novel by Nevil Shute, does throw light on the aviation industry in Britain just after World War II. Pushed to prove his hypothesis, Stewart is sent to Labrador to find the missing tail of a recently crashed Reindeer. Unfortunately, he finds himself aboard a similar Reindeer that is nearing the critical point when he projects that the tail will disintegrate. The drama aboard the tense overseas flight involves Marlene Dietrich as Monica Teasdale, a glamorous film star; a touching Glynis Johns as Marjorie, a sympathetic stewardess; and Kenneth Moore as the co-pilot. Dietrich and Stewart, who were previously paired in "Destry Rides Again," work especially well together. Jack Hawkins appears as Scott, a new department manager, and Wilfred Hyde White makes a brief appearance as a researcher.

While uneven and unconvincing at times, "No Highway in the Sky" offers a priceless look at air travel more than half a century ago, a fine James Stewart performance, and the timeless beauty of Marlene Dietrich. Actually, Stewart's often befuddled Theodore Honey alone is reason enough to catch the film.

James Stewart in his brief "fubsy" period directed by Henry Koster with whom he worked several times successfully, most notably "Harvey". Stewart plays Theadore Honey, a brilliant aeronautical engineer who has discovered a flaw in the design of a new airplane that will result in its tail falling off after a certain number of air hours. This British film is somewhat forgotten, but stands up beautifully in today's contemporary commercial air scene. A very winning and complex characterization by Stewart reminds us that although he was always "himself", he had great range. A poignant performance by Janette Scott as his daughter Elspeth is perfectly complementary and, indeed, the father-daughter relationship is a major theme that helps take this film to a higher level. Glynis Johns is an air-hostess/nurse who answers the call of the script believably. Marlene Dietrich smokes her way through scenes as, well, Marlene Dietrich and creates a character thats an odd comment on today's celebrity patronesses. Lots of other good British actors like Jack Hawkins add heft.

A very satisfying movie with a flight that will keep you white-knuckled.

Here is a film about people --real people, of conviction, and of character. The central problem, an aeronautical engineering equation, simply serves as a

vehicle around which unforgettable characters revolve. James Stewart is

simply wonderful as Mr. Honey, and Marlene Dietrich shines, and grows, as

"star" Monica Teasdale. An enduring film masterpiece for thoughtful adults.

The supporting actors are first rate: the daughter was surprising believable, the wonderful Glynis Johns in her usual dream performance. I rate it 9 out of 10, as these films will not happen soon again. Thoughtful dramas about flight and aeronautics abounded in the late 40's and 50's -- I recommend the British entry "The Night my Number Came Up" -- and should be studied and regarded by

serious film devotees.

This is one of the better examples of how to craft a drama with just enough humor to lighten the load at just the right times. Most of the credit has to go to Jimmy Stewart, who infuses his character with hilarious absent-mindedness. We constantly have a chuckle at Theodore Honey, yet all the while we are witness to his personal metamorphosis from disinterested and detached scientist to caring and energetic activist.

The whole movie uses technology as the vehicle within which the protagonist lives, works, and eventually changes, but this movie is not about nuts and bolts; it is ultimately about personal transformation - Nothing is the same for Mr. Honey by the end of the film. The joy is watching the transformation, bit by bit, as events literally overtake him.