The Aviator; the Plane Truth; Scorsese's Biopic Coasts Along On Autopilot for Most of Its Nearly Three Hours.
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Next, [Martin Scorsese] traces the course of [Hughes]' doomed romance with Katharine Hepburn. Cate Blanchette does a decent impression, too. They play golf together, put up with Errol (Jude Law Alert!) Flynn's drunken impudence at the Coconut Grove - Flynn picks one of the already germ-wary Hughes' peas off his dinner plate, rendering the meal uneatable. They fly over Hollywood at night in Howard's plane together, Hepburn taking the wheel while her date drinks milk straight from the bottle. It's all rendered with loving care to period detail - and yet a persistent so-whatness pervades.
For my money, the highpoint of The Aviator isn't any of its colorful test-flight catastrophes - one of which results in Hughes being burned nearly to death. It's the climactic chapter set in 1947 in which he faces off with a corrupt senator (Alan Alda), a flunky in Trippe's back pocket, whose committee holds public hearings designed to ruin his reputation and pave the way for Pan American's dominance of the skies.See the full content of this document
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The Aviator; the Plane Truth; Scorsese's Biopic Coasts Along On Autopilot for Most of Its Nearly Three Hours.
It's noteworthy that Martin Scorsese's screen portrait of Howard Hughes - a brilliant innovator who risked his fortune compulsively - is the least audacious, least adventurous, least electric movie the director has ever made. With the exception of t...
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