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The Blue Max (John Guillermin, 1966)
Believe it or not, I saw this flick in the '60s at the theatre. As was usually the case back then, my parents dropped me and my younger brother off and picked us up after the double bill was over. At the time, it didn't mean anything to me, but when I got older I came to the conclusion that my parents were having "Afternoon Delights" every time they dropped us off. That actually gives me a little bit of a kick, but I'm glad they were getting off because I certainly was at the theatre (and I'm talking about getting off on movies; as I've mentioned before, I liked girls, but I wasn't sure why when I was 10). Well, let's see, The Blue Max. It sorta sounds like a dirty movie with that title. Ursula Andress was such a fox, and she spent most of the film sleeping with all the male cast, but nowadays, it would probably get a PG. The flying scenes were exhilarating, and the acting and the plot point that chivalry during war is hypocritical (sort of like "praying over your dead" by John Wayne's Dunson in Red River) were solid. Here George Peppard plays a very good but smart-ass dogfighting WWI German pilot who will sacrifice anyone to get one more official kill. General James Mason publicizes him as a hero but later gets pissed when he becomes the lover of his wife (Andress). Anyway, I recommend this one big-time. Peppard was actually pretty good there for awhile in this, Home from the Hill, Breakfast at Tiffany's, Operation Crossbow and a few others.
Believe it or not, I saw this flick in the '60s at the theatre. As was usually the case back then, my parents dropped me and my younger brother off and picked us up after the double bill was over. At the time, it didn't mean anything to me, but when I got older I came to the conclusion that my parents were having "Afternoon Delights" every time they dropped us off. That actually gives me a little bit of a kick, but I'm glad they were getting off because I certainly was at the theatre (and I'm talking about getting off on movies; as I've mentioned before, I liked girls, but I wasn't sure why when I was 10). Well, let's see, The Blue Max. It sorta sounds like a dirty movie with that title. Ursula Andress was such a fox, and she spent most of the film sleeping with all the male cast, but nowadays, it would probably get a PG. The flying scenes were exhilarating, and the acting and the plot point that chivalry during war is hypocritical (sort of like "praying over your dead" by John Wayne's Dunson in Red River) were solid. Here George Peppard plays a very good but smart-ass dogfighting WWI German pilot who will sacrifice anyone to get one more official kill. General James Mason publicizes him as a hero but later gets pissed when he becomes the lover of his wife (Andress). Anyway, I recommend this one big-time. Peppard was actually pretty good there for awhile in this, Home from the Hill, Breakfast at Tiffany's, Operation Crossbow and a few others.