This is really terrible. With a few exceptions, it's the kind of place that provides a stop over for actors who are on their way to the retirement home at Woodland Hills. The direction is flat footed. And I believe the dialog was written by a Magic 8 Ball.
No need to go into the plot. A Boeing 707 takes off from New York, bound for England. A threatening letter shows up. There's a bomb on board. (Gosh.) Everybody seems to be a suspect except Robert Stack as the pilot and the refulgent Farrah Fawcett as the kind of attendant we all need. Stack was a strange guy. Lively and animated in interviews, he turned into a totem pole when the cameras rolled. It's one of the reasons he was so successful in the "Airplane" parodies -- he seemed serious about everything.
The guilt for this piece of unspeakable garbage lies with Aaron Spelling.
No need to go into the plot. A Boeing 707 takes off from New York, bound for England. A threatening letter shows up. There's a bomb on board. (Gosh.) Everybody seems to be a suspect except Robert Stack as the pilot and the refulgent Farrah Fawcett as the kind of attendant we all need. Stack was a strange guy. Lively and animated in interviews, he turned into a totem pole when the cameras rolled. It's one of the reasons he was so successful in the "Airplane" parodies -- he seemed serious about everything.
The guilt for this piece of unspeakable garbage lies with Aaron Spelling.