That is indeed what Boyd McDonald would have called an egregiously heterosexual show. I've seen movies from the Second World War which didn't spend so much time establishing their no-homo bona fides. Especially coming off Foundation which just drops two pairs of husbands into the main cast of its second season as indeed it ain't no thing, somebody better express some homosexual tendencies is all I can say.
I predictably like Crosby with his nerves and his airsicknesss ("I could make overthinking into an Olympic sport") and I am not convinced the show needs any kind of narration, even his. I have also developed affection for Curt, the reluctant air exec even if it took me forever to catch his name, and the ground crew dude who's good with kids. It is normal for me to care less about protagonists, but the Buck(y)s feel very standard-issue.
Barry Keoghan with an American accent is very confusing. Ditto Stephen Campbell Moore, James Murray, and Edward Ashley, who are the other actors I can recognize shouldn't have one. Could have used a wider range of period-accurate accents, if only because of how weird some of them sound to modern ears. Keoghan is at least doing Extreme Brooklyn, which is a valid archetype in this genre.
All of the technical stuff in the air is compelling to me, especially the tin cans and baling wire aspect. No complaints. Moment of familial nostalgia for the flight computer.
More with the clubmobile girls, please.
On the other hand, I am probably going to rewatch The Way to the Stars (1945).
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That is indeed what Boyd McDonald would have called an egregiously heterosexual show. I've seen movies from the Second World War which didn't spend so much time establishing their no-homo bona fides. Especially coming off Foundation which just drops two pairs of husbands into the main cast of its second season as indeed it ain't no thing, somebody better express some homosexual tendencies is all I can say.
I predictably like Crosby with his nerves and his airsicknesss ("I could make overthinking into an Olympic sport") and I am not convinced the show needs any kind of narration, even his. I have also developed affection for Curt, the reluctant air exec even if it took me forever to catch his name, and the ground crew dude who's good with kids. It is normal for me to care less about protagonists, but the Buck(y)s feel very standard-issue.
Barry Keoghan with an American accent is very confusing. Ditto Stephen Campbell Moore, James Murray, and Edward Ashley, who are the other actors I can recognize shouldn't have one. Could have used a wider range of period-accurate accents, if only because of how weird some of them sound to modern ears. Keoghan is at least doing Extreme Brooklyn, which is a valid archetype in this genre.
All of the technical stuff in the air is compelling to me, especially the tin cans and baling wire aspect. No complaints. Moment of familial nostalgia for the flight computer.
More with the clubmobile girls, please.
On the other hand, I am probably going to rewatch The Way to the Stars (1945).