Better be a committed Thomas Mitchell fan to
book this Flight, him being the whole show and a little of that goes far ways,
even at Warner B length of 75 minutes. The story thus: TM gets prognosis
negative from Doc James Stephenson and decides to commit murder in disposal of
neighbor Jeffrey Lynn's no-good partner in adultery. Further recount would
invoke tedium, so I'll not. To watch is to suffer minimal, for there's a
good cast to augment vague wondering of how the mess will sort out.
"Perfect murder" stories were told better elsewhere, but WB's point
was to fill lower berths and keep check-drawingstaff busy. Flight is worth the trip for early glimpse of devices that film noir would co-op and wring dry later in the 40's. The title implies a theme profound, but not to worry, there's none such here. Director Vincent
Sherman wrote in his memoir Studio Affairs that Warners was happy enough with
Flight From Destiny to seek "A" bookings, and indeed there were
solo dates for the pic in key cities. Sherman
always had knack for pulling value out of assigned work that others may ignore
or overlook, Flight From Destiny a good example of lemonade he'd squeeze from
otherwise discard fruit.