So says Clint Eastwood, as a pilot named, "Dumbo." This is even pre-Rawhide. One line. So he was working for scale.
Some brat gets on a plane in America to visit his folks in Japan. Plane runs into engine trouble and ditches in the sea. The kid is separated from the rest of the passengers and crew. Lots of fun as he finds his way back to civilization. That said, I got news for you people: Those foldable cards in the seatback pocket of the passengers in front of you are cartoon fiction. When planes fall out of the sky and hit the ocean all everyone aboard is torn to small pieces on impact. There are no survivors. Ever.
It's all slathered over with the most sickly goop of a Max Steiner score. By gawd that man was a musical hackenberg, capable of tearing a hole in the hull of any movie.
I suppose this was an attempt to normalize the Japanese, who were by then our industrial partner, rather than our world-war enemy. Fair enough. I'd rather watch a Kurosawa movie, myself.
Some brat gets on a plane in America to visit his folks in Japan. Plane runs into engine trouble and ditches in the sea. The kid is separated from the rest of the passengers and crew. Lots of fun as he finds his way back to civilization. That said, I got news for you people: Those foldable cards in the seatback pocket of the passengers in front of you are cartoon fiction. When planes fall out of the sky and hit the ocean all everyone aboard is torn to small pieces on impact. There are no survivors. Ever.
It's all slathered over with the most sickly goop of a Max Steiner score. By gawd that man was a musical hackenberg, capable of tearing a hole in the hull of any movie.
I suppose this was an attempt to normalize the Japanese, who were by then our industrial partner, rather than our world-war enemy. Fair enough. I'd rather watch a Kurosawa movie, myself.