David McCallum, in the initial stages of his long slide down and out after his "Man From U.N.C.L.E" stint, stars in this hopelessly cliched WWII flying flick. As "Quint Munroe", he watches his Squadron Leader-wingman crash and burn. But wait - that wasn't just his Squadron Leader - it's his sort-of-brother! (Don't ask.) Crushed with guilt and remorse, his duty is to tell the dead pilot's wife. But wait - not only was this his best-friend and sort-of-brother's wife, she was HIS girlfriend first! Next, he must tell the pilot's parents, who are his sort-of-parents. Phew. What emotions all this raise, in everyone EXCEPT McCallum, who must have taken stiff-acting lessons from a fence-post.
Naturally McCallum takes over the squadron, and naturally, they are selected for one of those "only you can do it" missions, this time taking out a "V3 and "V4" launch site/plant. Someone had watched "Dambusters" once too often, because they decide that the best approach is to use the "Barnes Wallis" spinning bomb - on a land target. But wait - in an entirely predictable plot-thickener, a German pilot literally drops a bit of info on them that gives them pause in their plans.
OK, I stand second to NO one in my love of flying movies and Mosquitos are at the very top of my list. (Go read my review of "633 Squadron", please.) These just don't hack it, and the "outside cockpit" shots are really awful. The plot is tired, the acting is a cypher, and you know, I couldn't even be bothered to finish it. It's nice to see real airplanes instead of CGI (how long, o lord, how long will we be afflicted with THAT gimmick?), but it simply isn't worth it in THIS flick. Watch "633 Squadron" or "Battle of Britain" or "Dambusters" or "12 O'Clock High" or......you get the idea.