Voando para o Desconhecido

Golden Gate Pitchas presents.... Flight to NoWhere. At the very beginning, we witness a murder. don't know what, where, or why. seems to be over uranium. Mysterious lady with an accent calling herself a Countess, hires a charter pilot to bring them to Death Valley. She seems a little reluctant to answer questions. all very mysterious. Story jumps all over the place. Stars Alan Curtis as "Carrington" and Micheline Cheirel, the Countess, who may or may not be who she says she is. Alan Curtis died young at 43... complications from surgery. he played Philo Vance in a couple of the chapters, right after making THIS film. It's all very "B" movie.. the acting, the editing, the sound and picture quality. and the script -- the Countess is scared and asks for help, and suddenly he must kiss her?? where did THAT come from? and Carrington's ex wife pops up out of no-where, and knows the Countess. all pretty random. Directed by William Rowland. he only directed ten films, but seems to have produced many more during his career. couldn't find much info on Rowland or on Golden Gate Pictures... looks like GGP made six films. it's mildly amusing, but quite flawed. Needed a better script, editor, and director.

A charter pilot gets mixed up with some stolen nuclear secrets and a few baddies that want to get there hands on these secrets. The pilot and the bad guys play a game of "hot potato" with the prized envelope as it's passed (or stolen) from one person to the next - over and over. It's all handled in the most excruciatingly dull manner imaginable. Seriously, I could barely hold my eyes open. And for a movie that runs at something like 75 minutes, that's not a good sign.

Beyond the wretched screenplay, I could go on and on with the problems I had with Flight to Nowhere. The laundry list would go something like this: It's cheap with poor lighting and even worse cinematography. Everything looks horrible. Even the music feels cheap. The sets are bargain basement and some of the acting is laughably bad. I know this wasn't a big budget, "A" film, but I've seen a lot of "B" movies that looked a million times better than this. Overall, a 3/10 for Flight to Nowhere is being generous.

One final thought - how many hits to the head can one man take? Our pilot hero should be suffering from a horrible case of post-concussion syndrome. There's no way I would trust him in the air with the repeated head trauma he suffers in this movie.

A couple on board a plane find themselves mixed up in a plot to steal atomic secrets.

Low-budget spy thriller confuses with a hamstrung plot, hardly any suspense (lots of the action is off-camera) and mediocre performances.

Alan Curtis is an airplane pilot. He's approached by Countess Micheline Cheirel for a trip to Death Valley and a dinner for two. Before that happens, government man Jack Holt wants him for a job of espionage. When Miss Cheirel shows up, it's with a gaggle of other people, none of whom are what they appear to be. It eventuates they're all concerned with laying their hands on the movie's Maguffin, a map showing where some valuable uranium deposits are.

There is some good character writing in this script, and some of the performers are amusing, particularly Inez Courtney as Curtis' ex-wife, and Jerome Cowan as a guy who spends most of the movie advancing the plot by reading a book that tells the audience who the new characters are. However, the movie is directed and edited in such an overbearing manner, with a score that tries to make every dull moment an instant of high drama that it falls over its feet.

Alan Curtis is a charter pilot who gets a request from mysterious French lady Micheline to charter his plane to take a party to a desert resort. His former boss at the FBI Jack Holt encourages him even more and to keep an eye out for strange goings on.

A combination of a muddled script and horrible editing makes this film almost incoherent. Curtis catches the eye of Evelyn Ankers on the plane and she's slightly engaged to Roland Varno. And wouldn't you know it Curtis has an ex-wife at the resort with Inez Cooper. She's one cagey woman and has the best part in this bad independent film.

It's all about uranium folks that's a lot of miles away from the desert resort in fact at some isolated Pacific atoll. Somebody has a map, everybody wants it.

Even Hoot Gibson shows up as the local sheriff.

It's a cinematic mess.