This is not the most auspicious subject for a first post in a new blog, but it's certainly funny, and aviation-related, and of course, I can't resist sharing the pain of a terrible movie!

Tonight a friend and I watched San Francisco International. We watched the MST3K version. Frankly, that was what made this pile of crap tolerable. Well, also getting to see a bunch of 1970s jets, each livery more dated than the last. Stripes sure were popular 40 years ago! 

This movie has about four different sub-plots, each of which is pretty terrible on its own. As a group, though, they're a mildly amusing mess. The silliest subplot features a boy whose parents are about to divorce. He is very upset about this, and ends up stealing a bright red Ercoupe while its owner is off looking for some missing sunglasses. The airport director hops into another plane and flies up next to the boy, talking him down into a landing at SFO. Remember that this kid's never flown a plane before! The best part is after they're all on the ground, the kid says to the airport director, "Does this mean I've had my first solo?" Hah! 

I don't want to give away all the surprises, and there's a harsh summary of the movie on IMDB. If you like cheese, and poorly writen movies, and some bad acting with some nice jets in the background, San Francisco International is the movie for you. You just might want to have a beer (or two) first.