The Skydivers (1963) (part 4 of 7)

A new day dawns with a really annoying “Manos” driving sequence, where we get nothing for several minutes besides the POV of the driver of a white Ranchero. I bet that car came in handy, hauling around the cameras. But the worst part of this sequence? A really annoying swing number replete with so much clarinet and xylophone that Benny Goodman and Lionel Hampton would be like, “Hey, can you tone it down a bit?” And it plays incessantly, making this trip feel 400 times as long as it really is. The site by-laws strike again. More great continuity ensues as a car slowly passes the Ranchero going the other way, but in a reverse shot a second later, the car is nowhere in sight.

The guy pulls into the airfield (after years of driving!) and takes a suitcase out of the back. He walks up to one of the hangars and goes inside. This is the same Parachute Room again, sans parachute packing table. Or else they just put parachutes on the walls of every hangar. Too bad they didn’t have one in their dining box; it would have spruced that place up a little.

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Amanda Wells

If I was a bad movie, I'd find it much easier to write about myself than I do at present. My main interests outside of really bad movies is playing music. I've played guitar for 15 years, performed before far more people than I'm really comfortable with and am currently having fun listening to my 5 year old son bang away on his new starter drum set. Yes, drummers are so hard to find, I had to resort to making my own. When not playing music, I also like to work in my yard and many gardens, try new recipes (never would have thought that would happen), research my genealogy (I get to be related to the beheaded king and queen of France!) and read history books primarily about natural disasters and personal tales. And when I'm not doing any of that, then I'm spending time with my great family. The first movie I remember going to the theater to see was The Black Stallion which we were late to the beginning of and as we were waiting for it to begin again and rewatch it (is that even legal?) we got dragged away by my dad and sister who insisted we come watch Airplane! with them in the other theater. Oh, and I cried so hard at the end of Oh, Heavenly Dog! that my sister had to call my mom to come pick me up. As a kid, I never had a Big Wheel. I still want one.

Multi-Part Article: The Skydivers (1963)

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