4 1/2 years ago, while watching The Aviator, I was intrigued enough by Howard Hughes' 1930 movie Hell's Angels that I decided to add it to my Netflix queue.
It showed up in the mail two weeks ago--I guess that's how long it takes for a movie to wind its way up my queue.
It was surprisingly ... not bad. And also surprisingly hardcore. Like when the German blimp bombing London falls under attack and so the German general orders his troops to jump off to lighten the blimp. When the first guy jumped into the clouds, I was pretty dang shocked.
The big aerial dogfight was boring. I'm sure it was exhilarating to the audiences of 1930. But it dragged--
It ends pretty shockingly too with a tense scene climaxing with a single gunshot. And then we get one of the most overwrought death scenes I've watched in awhile.
All in all, it's fun to watch old movies every so often. But I'm ready for Bottle Rocket to arrive.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
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