Only Angels Have Wings

Howard Hawks on familiar territory with this aeroplane adventure/drama. Geoff Carter is the head of a small run down air freight company in Barranca, one of his best pilots (and friend) is killed, but this is merely only one of the problems he has to deal with as ex flames, potential new sweethearts, and dissension in the camp, all fuse together to test him to the limit. Howard Hawks was the perfect man for this film because of his aviation background, the result is a very well crafted character study set in a very small locale. Looking at it from the outside you would think that the film was lining up to be a soft soap romantic fable, but here the emotion is channelled into a sort of character bravado that is flawed - yet something that makes for a viewing experience that draws you in deep with the finely etched characters. The cast are on fine form. Cary Grant gets to flex his non comedic muscles with great results as Carter, the film relies on Grant to glue the story together which he does with great aplomb. Jean Arthur & Rita Hayworth are the girls in amongst this strongly male orientated story, and it's a testament to both of the ladies ability that they don't get bogged down by all the macho heroism pouring out in the plot. Smart camera work and exciting aerial sequences further up the quality that is dotted within the piece, and were it not for some terribly twee dialogue, Only Angels Have Wings would surely be ranked as a classic of the 1930s. As it is, it's a wonderfully involving film that shows Hawks at his most humane. 8/10

Holy Smokes. And they do smoke a lot in this film. Geoff as the prototypical "man's man" who runs a struggling air freight company near a difficult to pass mountain. I don't want to give too much away, but between a handful of airplane crashes and a new beau and ex lover showing up there is a lot going on. I can't remember the last time I teared up from pure joy from a film. But this movie has about a perfect an ending I've ever seen.

Jean Arthur gets off to a flying start here as the no-nonsense "Bonnie" who arrives in a remote village in South America. It's a small but lively location where "Carter" (Cary Grant) runs an air-freight business from a runway with more holes and puddles than actual ground upon which to land! The business is being backed by the engaging bar owner "Dutchy" (Sig Ruman) and they are approaching the critical point of their trial period with the mail service - a contract that they need to keep if they are to stay in the air. Problems, like buses, do tend to come along at once and quite quickly "Carter" finds himself employing a new pilot "Bat" (Richard Bathelmess) who comes with a great deal of baggage, a baggage that irks his best pal "Kid" (Thomas Mitchell) who doesn't have his own issues to seek - his eyesight isn't what it was. Their delivery route takes them through a perilous canyon that is prone to bad weather, so with their available number of planes and pilots steadily dwindling, what chance they can keep their business going? This isn't really one of Grant's more stand-out roles - he does just about enough but we can all enjoy the rapport he develops with an on-form Arthur. The story does go for a bit of a wander, though, when his ex "Judy" (Rita Hayworth) turns up, just happening to be married to their newly acquired pariah to boot. Mercifully, though, Howard Hawks keeps this from turning into too much of a romantic mess, it's more of a foggy airborne adventure with the romance kept to a minimum. This film also serves as an interesting reminder of just how perilous some of these early air missions could be, with planes made of little more substantial than balsa wood at the mercy of climatic conditions that could turn hostile in the blink of an eye. It's a solid story with an equally solid cast and I enjoyed it.