With time running out to satisfy their taste for adventure and blood lust WW 1 pilots Gibson, Woody and Red take to the air and fight to the last minute before Armistice. The war over and out of a Woody (Bob Armstrong) followed by Gibson ( Richard Dix) and Red (Joel McCrea) gravitate to Hollywood to do what they do best, fly stunt planes. The work is dangerous but they are use to it. The danger increases tenfold when Von Furst (Erich Von Stroheim), a tyrannical director with a thirst for realism as well as a wife who once had the hots for Gibson attempts to pull off two for the price of one; get the shot and lose the wife's former lover. Woody in the, throes of alcoholism takes the fall however.
With the war over and no more dogfights to involve itself in Squadron is no Wings but it does offer up some fine aerial acrobatics to go along with its swift and a touch incredulous pace. The trio of pilots do their macho posturing (including a bird throwing sequence) adequately enough while Beth Jordan and Mary Astor wait with anxious trepidation on the ground. But it is the opportunity to watch Von Stroheim go into directorial rant that in retrospect gives the Lost Squadron its bite.
With the war over and no more dogfights to involve itself in Squadron is no Wings but it does offer up some fine aerial acrobatics to go along with its swift and a touch incredulous pace. The trio of pilots do their macho posturing (including a bird throwing sequence) adequately enough while Beth Jordan and Mary Astor wait with anxious trepidation on the ground. But it is the opportunity to watch Von Stroheim go into directorial rant that in retrospect gives the Lost Squadron its bite.