Clearly made under the influence - not to say success - of Wings and Hell's Angels this is Three Comrades with aerilons. Robert Armstrong, Joel McCrea and Richard Dix, three intrepid flyboys find themselves fish out of water after 1918 and though there were flying jobs availably - barnstorming, flying mail etc - this doesn't seem to occur to them with the result that they reach a point when they haven't got change of a match and, as everyone and his Uncle Max knows, once you reach the lowest point you can the only way is up and so, in the fullness of time - something like one and a half reels - they wind up in Hollywood working largely as stunt pilots. This is where the plot takes off - sorry about that - as they encounter movie director Erich von Stroheim, a man who clearly read Les Miserables and thought Javert was the hero. We know from the get-go that it's destined to end in tears and so it does but not without some decent acting and diversions along the way.
Review of The Lost Squadron
