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IT’S AS though a bunch of aeroplane enthusiasts got together to make a comedy flick—and spin off a wonderful book. The full title, Those Magnificent Men in their Flying Machines or How I Flew from London to Paris in 25 Hours 11 Minutes, usually gets abbreviated to its first seven words. But, either way, the movie and book are absolute hoots.
It’s the Edwardian Era, 1910, and English newspaper magnate Lord Rawnsley is cajoled into setting a £10,000 prize for the first aviator to fly London to Paris. (Sound familiar? See http://wp.me/p2ETap-M7 for the actual Lord Northcliff/Louis Blériot English Channel competition.)
Lord Rawnsley is played by Robert Morley at his English pompous best. (“The trouble with these international affairs is that they attract foreigners.”) Rawnley’s suffragette daughter Patricia, played by Sarah Miles, is the love interest. Two pilots, one English and the other American, compete for her affections.
Terry-Thomas (he of the gapped front teeth) portrays Sir Percy Ware-Armitage, a cad who will do anything to win, except compete fairly.
Gert Fröbe (“No, Mr. Bond, I expect you to die”) plays Colonel Manfred von Holstein, whose Prussian efficiency is less than perfect.
A separate love interest is in a side plot with French entrant Pierre Dubois, played by Jean-Pierre Cassel, who simultaneously romances women of six nationalities, French, German, Swedish, Belgian, Bulgarian and British.
That actress Irina Demick plays all six women is an in-joke suggested by Darryl F. Zanuck. Integral to this, ex-Hollywood mogul Zanuck was living in Europe at the time and romantically involved with Ms. Demick (who was actually French, of Slavic ancestry).
A venue for both the book and movie is the fictitious Brookley Airfield. Think Brooklands (http://wp.me/p2ETap-sk), even to its banked race track and sewage farm at one end of the property. What with inherently dangerous flying stunts, it’s ironic that the movie’s only injury came on the ground. A stunt man inadvertently launched his Edwardian cycle/sidecar combination off the banking and into the sewage farm. He received facial bruises and a dislocated collarbone.
Twenty aeroplanes were recreated for the flick. Six were flying replicas, several of which did double duty with minor changes of appearance.
Frenchman Dubois’s craft was a replica Santos-Dumont Demoiselle, a diminutive precursor of today’s ultralights.
Though propelled by a modern, more powerful engine, the replica could barely get off the ground. Then someone recalled reading that Brazilian pioneer aviator Alberto Santos-Dumont was a little guy; evidently the stunt pilot was not. A suitably smaller pilot, Joan Hughes, replaced him. She had been a wartime member of the Air Transport Auxiliary (see http://wp.me/p2ETap-1Kf), and flew the Demoiselle replica with ease.
The American’s Phoenix Flyer was actually a flying replica Bristol Boxkite, built by Englishman F.G. Miles, of Miles Aircraft fame (see http://wp.me/p2ETap-255). The replica proved so tractable that it got through 20 takes of a risky landing after a scripted wheel loss.
I’m told those of an impressionable age in the mid-1960s have the title song firmly lodged in memory. It can be heard at http://goo.gl/XXSts.
Be forewarned. It’s now stuck in my mind. ds
© Dennis Simanaitis, SimanaitisSays.com, 2014
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As an “Aeropdrome rat” in the sixties (At Old Rhinebeck Aerodrome), we went as a group to watch “Those Magnificent Men…” which Cole Palen had done PR work for. Palen’s “payment” for it (He was under the impression he would be getting one of the flying machines) was the ornithopter. While he never complained about it (To my knowledge), I’m guessing that he was hurt by the poor choice he was given. And now that insidious sone is stuck in my mind!