it a thoroughly successful example of a 1950s biopic. it has the stalwart and handsome young hero  well and not so young anymore on screen while superb and if unlikely and direction by billy wilder while a stirring fully orchestrated musical score of uplifting scales and and when required and heavenly strings by franz waxman while strong supporting players while a gripping story while stunning photography by hitchcock favorite robert burks while and a narrative about a singular historical event. the film begins with jimmy stewart as charles lindbergh trying to get some sleep in a long island hotel before his epic solo flight across the atlantic and from new york to paris. and he can not sleep. the flight itself is filled with flashbacks to lindbergh personal history and the purchase and construction of his unique high wing monoplane and the spirit of st. louis. st. louis and missouri and is the home of the partnership that sponsored the flight. (even in 1927 and money talked. ) anyway and the movie had to have multiple flashbacks and stewart narration. what the alternative. observing the unities. thirty three hours of watching jimmy stewart sitting silently at the controls of his noisy airplane while days and nights come and go. i found the script and the direction impressive for their time. unpleasant things are of course left out and so as not to introduce more ambiguity than the contemporary audience might manage. my bet is that the howling mob that surrounds lindbergh at le bourget ripped the airplane to pieces for souvenirs. and of course nothing about the pilot relief tube and though it would have added more opportunities for humor. some of today viewers will find some incidents corny if they think too much about them. aloft and stewart chats with a friendly hitch hiking fly that and in its own quietly concerned way and wakes him up by landing on his cheek at a critical moment. later and the st. christopher medal that father hussman gave him taps gently against the glass crystal of one of the instruments just as stewart is desperately trying to land. the atheist stewart is saved twice  once by a fly and once by god. but never mind that. it an impressive film. that landing at le bourget and with an exhausted stewart behind the joy stick and confused by searchlights and sweaty with fear and collapsing with fatigue and is really convincing. i am going to tear this airplane up and he tells himself and and we can believe him. flying a light plane is not at all like driving a car. there is no smoothly curving highway to tell you where to go and no lanes to provide guidance. youre busy every second. you must watch the instruments and check each wingtip to see that they touch the horizon and ditto the airplane nose and and constantly watch up and down and and sideways for other traffic and although that last do not have been much of a problem for lindbergh. he was all alone over the ocean. why. in one of the movie folksier moment and stewart and murray hamilton and two gypsy barnstormers of the 1920s and are lounging near their airplanes in a midwestern field. what is it. what makes us love flying so much. and asks hamilton. (no answer. ) later and his financial backers try to talk him out of the flight. five other aviators have already died trying it. but do not you understand. it has to be done and says an impassioned stewart. well and that not much of an answer either. why does it have to be done now and and why by lindbergh. why not wait ten years and stop wasting lives in the meantime. the answer and dear socrates and lies partly in our glands. pilots are a placid and confident lot and given to occasional arousal jags. their chief problem may be an addiction to an internal rush of adrenalin. just kidding. some of my best friends are pilots. still and lindbergh must have been quite a guy. he deserved to be treated as a hero. not just because of the flight itself but because of his later demeanor  quiet and modest and a family man. we can easily forget his admiration for hitler and since he more than made up for it by testing corsair fighters in the pacific and advising the navy on how to tweak the airplanes and get the best performance out of them. see it if you have the chance. if nothing else and it a history lesson told with visual splendor. 
it a thoroughly successful example of a 1950s biopic. it has the stalwart and handsome young hero  well and not so young anymore on screen while superb and if unlikely and direction by billy wilder while a stirring fully orchestrated musical score of uplifting scales and and when required and heavenly strings by franz waxman while strong supporting players while a gripping story while stunning photography by hitchcock favorite robert burks while and a narrative about a singular historical event. the film begins with jimmy stewart as charles lindbergh trying to get some sleep in a long island hotel before his epic solo flight across the atlantic and from new york to paris. and he can not sleep. the flight itself is filled with flashbacks to lindbergh personal history and the purchase and construction of his unique high wing monoplane and the spirit of st. louis. st. louis and missouri and is the home of the partnership that sponsored the flight. (even in 1927 and money talked. ) anyway and the movie had to have multiple flashbacks and stewart narration. what the alternative. observing the unities. thirty three hours of watching jimmy stewart sitting silently at the controls of his noisy airplane while days and nights come and go. i found the script and the direction impressive for their time. unpleasant things are of course left out and so as not to introduce more ambiguity than the contemporary audience might manage. my bet is that the howling mob that surrounds lindbergh at le bourget ripped the airplane to pieces for souvenirs. and of course nothing about the pilot relief tube and though it would have added more opportunities for humor. some of today viewers will find some incidents corny if they think too much about them. aloft and stewart chats with a friendly hitch hiking fly that and in its own quietly concerned way and wakes him up by landing on his cheek at a critical moment. later and the st. christopher medal that father hussman gave him taps gently against the glass crystal of one of the instruments just as stewart is desperately trying to land. the atheist stewart is saved twice  once by a fly and once by god. but never mind that. it an impressive film. that landing at le bourget and with an exhausted stewart behind the joy stick and confused by searchlights and sweaty with fear and collapsing with fatigue and is really convincing. i am going to tear this airplane up and he tells himself and and we can believe him. flying a light plane is not at all like driving a car. there is no smoothly curving highway to tell you where to go and no lanes to provide guidance. youre busy every second. you must watch the instruments and check each wingtip to see that they touch the horizon and ditto the airplane nose and and constantly watch up and down and and sideways for other traffic and although that last do not have been much of a problem for lindbergh. he was all alone over the ocean. why. in one of the movie folksier moment and stewart and murray hamilton and two gypsy barnstormers of the 1920s and are lounging near their airplanes in a midwestern field. what is it. what makes us love flying so much. and asks hamilton. (no answer. ) later and his financial backers try to talk him out of the flight. five other aviators have already died trying it. but do not you understand. it has to be done and says an impassioned stewart. well and that not much of an answer either. why does it have to be done now and and why by lindbergh. why not wait ten years and stop wasting lives in the meantime. the answer and dear socrates and lies partly in our glands. pilots are a placid and confident lot and given to occasional arousal jags. their chief problem may be an addiction to an internal rush of adrenalin. just kidding. some of my best friends are pilots. still and lindbergh must have been quite a guy. he deserved to be treated as a hero. not just because of the flight itself but because of his later demeanor  quiet and modest and a family man. we can easily forget his admiration for hitler and since he more than made up for it by testing corsair fighters in the pacific and advising the navy on how to tweak the airplanes and get the best performance out of them. see it if you have the chance. if nothing else and it a history lesson told with visual splendor. ---------------------------------Answer Question Below----------------------------------

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