The Blue Max Page #3

Synopsis: The tactics of a German fighter pilot offend his aristocratic comrades but win him his country's most honored medal, the Blue Max. The General finds him useful as a hero even though his wife also finds him useful as a love object. In the end the General arranges for him to test-fly an untried fighter.
Genre: Action, Drama, Romance
Director(s): John Guillermin
Production: Twentieth Century Fox Home Entertainment
  Won 1 BAFTA Film Award. Another 5 nominations.
 
IMDB:
7.1
APPROVED
Year:
1966
156 min
347 Views


- Bring a stretcher! Quick! Quick!

What happened, Stachel?

The observer. He was going to open fire.

Then we are to assume he was

either very brave... or very foolish.

Confirmed.

It's a cruel worid, Herr Hauptmann.

You said so yourself.

Bearers, halt!

Willi.

I've read your report, Willi.

What really happened?

As I said, Otto, the observer made a move

for his gun, so Stachel shot him down.

You wish to stand by your comrade.

I appreciate that.

What I reported is what I saw.

We are German officers.

We'll fight with chivalry.

- You know that as well as I do.

- Of course.

The observer was blinded.

Did you know that?

No. It could have happened when

Stachel opened fire over the field.

- But did it?

- I don't know.

But you do know how Stachel behaved

when his first claim was disallowed.

If he's shot down

a helpless enemy in cold blood,

it's something I won't tolerate

in my squadron.

All right, Otto. I agree.

There is some measure of doubt.

But I have no reason to change my report.

All right, Willi.

The incident is closed. Officially, anyway.

Is everyone here?

All except Leutnant Stachel, Herr Hauptmann.

Someone inform him this is a parade.

He is ordered to attend.

We are about to honour your dead.

So I see.

Well... aren't you coming?

It's an order.

Why?

Because our commanding officer

has made it one.

He believes in chivalry, Stachel.

Chivalry?

To kill a man, then make

a ritual out of saluting him?

It's hypocrisy.

If they kill me, I don't want anyone to salute.

They probably won't.

All right.

Let's get it over with, shall we?

Stachel.

Thank you.

You know, there's something

of the cobra in you.

I'll have to watch you.

Leutnant von Klugermann.

Parade, stand at ease!

I assume you've talked

to the other pilots about this.

Yes, I am making a thorough inquiry

into the whole incident.

Good. When the opportunity arises,

point the man out to me.

Yes, Herr General.

- Ah, Otto.

- The squadron is drawn up, Herr General.

We were discussing the pilot

who brought this in.

Air Headquarters are quite excited about it.

What's the man's name again?

- Leutnant Stachel, Herr General.

- Mm-hm.

Is he a good flier?

Yes. Yes, he is.

Glad to hear it. Well, we mustn't

keep my nephew waiting any longer,

not to mention my wife.

Parade, left turn!

Sorry to have been so long. Were you bored?

With all these men around?

Look beautiful for them, Kaeti.

Look at Willi.

Doesn't he look splendid?

The Blue Max will go so well with his eyes.

Yes, he is rather vain. He'll probably

wear it in bed for the first few days.

How uncomfortable for the girl.

- Excuse me, Herr General.

- Yes?

The second one on the left.

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David Pursall

David spent his early life in Erdington (England), the son of an accountant; he was always interested in writing and had two murder mystery novels published by the time he was sixteen. So, on leaving school, he took an apprenticeship as a journalist and became a reporter working on a local Birmingham newspaper. His ambition was to move to London to work on a national newspaper but with the threat of war looming, he joined the Royal Service Voluntary Reserve of the Fleet Air Arm as a trainee pilot before taking an officer's course at The Greenwich Naval College. During the Second World War he spent the first three years flying, winning a DSC for bravery and then transferred to the Admiralty Press Division. It was whilst he was stationed in Sydney that he met Captain Anthony Kimmins, the well-known broadcaster on naval affairs, who inspired him to work in the film industry. In 1947, settling in London, he eventually landed a post as Publicity Director for The Rank Organization and, in collaboration with the iconic portrait photographer Cornel Lucas, handled the press relations for Rank film stars, some of those he mentioned include : Jean Simmons, Petula Clark, Diana Dors, Joan Collins, Jill Ireland and Brigitte Bardot. In 1956, he joined forces with long term writing partner Jack Seddon, basing full time at Pinewood Studios, initially writing a script from his own idea Tomorrow Never Comes (1978). However, the plot was considered too provocative at that time and it was whilst trying to interest producers in this, that David and Jack were commissioned to write the script for Count Five and Die (1957); and it took twenty-one years' before Tomorrow Never Comes (1978), was made. Continuing later as a freelance film and TV scriptwriter, David worked mainly on war and murder mystery themes; his last movie made for TV was Black Arrow in 1985, a 15th century historical war drama. He worked constantly, and together with the titles listed, there were many more commissioned scripts, treatments, and original stories developed which never reached the sound stage. He also tried his hand at writing for the theatre, worked for a short time in Bollywood, took his tape recorder to the front line in Israel for a documentary on the Six Day War, and later became a Film and TV adviser; he also continued to write newspaper articles. David lived the good life; a popular, charismatic conversationalist, an idea's man, who enjoyed travelling the world circumnavigating twice, partying, theatergoing, watching night shooting at Pinewood Studios, finishing The Daily Telegraph cryptic crossword daily and driving fast cars; as well as helping the aspiring young achieve success in their careers in film and the media. Aged 69, he announced from his hospital bed, that as he'd written everything there was to write, it was his time to go. He left behind a devoted wife and a daughter. more…

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