But for a few turns of fate, Steven Spielberg
could have made his feature directorial debut with this drama about a former
WWI pilot barnstorming across America with his young son. Spielberg wrote the
story with an eye toward directing, but he was replaced, with Oscar-winning
actor Cliff Robertson becoming the project’s driving force. Whatever charms the
original story possessed must have been lost in translation, because
the final film is such a misfire that the director, producers, and
screenwriters all used pseudonyms in the credits. Can’t blame them. The central
relationship, between the flyer and his son, is hopelessly underdeveloped. The
main subplot, about a romance between the flyer and a woman he meets during his
travels, is nonsensical. And the main character, the flyer, behaves so
inconsistently that it’s as if he becomes a new person in every scene. The
film’s choppy rhythms suggest that some overzealous tinkering occurred during
post-production, but because many individual scenes is murky, it’s unlikely anyone
could have made a worthwhile movie from the footage that director John Erman
(credited as Bill Sampson) collected. About the only praiseworthy elements of Ace Eli and Rodger of the Skies are the
aerial scenes, the cinematography, and the detailed re-creations of 1920s America.
The story begins awkwardly, with “Ace” Eli Walford
(Robertson) crashing a plane and killing his passenger, who also happens to be
his wife. After a brief funeral sequence, Eli starts building a new plane and
telling folks that he wants to become a barnstormer and take his young son,
Rodger (Eric Shea), with him. The obvious fact that Eli is s dangerous maniac
never even gets lip service. One day, tired of Eli’s procrastinating, Rodger
burns the family house to the ground, so Eli just smiles and starts up the
plane, beginning their adventure. And so it goes from there. Eli cheats and
lies to potential clients, sleeps with every available woman, and disappoints
his kid on a regular basis. Improbably, the story expands to include
Shelby (Pamela Franklin), a stalker who chases Eli from one town to the next until
she finally seduces him. None of this stuff makes sense, though the picture sure looks swell. As for the project’s star, Robertson is terrible,
playing a cocksure daredevil in one scene, a cowardly swindler in the next, and
a vulgar cad at other times. His performance is as discombobulated as the movie
itself.
Ace
Eli and Rodger of the Skies: FUNKY
1 comment:
Jerry Goldsmith's score is great.
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