Review: A fun superhero film about a pilot who finds a rocket-pack stolen from Howard Hughes' factory during the build up to World War II. While learning to fly it, Clifford finds himself trying to avoid the Feds, the Mafia and a famous actor who all want it for themselves. Timothy Dalton plays Neville Sinclair, the suave Errol Flynn look-alike, who attempts to seduce Cliff's struggling actress girlfriend in attempt to get his hands on this ingenious invention.
Quotes:
"Keep her straight, keep her level. It's your first time up, so don't do anything interesting."
"Who, me?"
"And remember, she stalls out at about a hundred. So keep the air speed up. Otherwise, you're gonna be drifting around all over the sky. And if the ailerons start to shimmy..."
"Peevy, I have flown a plane or two in my life."
"Not like this one, you haven't. This one's... This one's a handful. You sneeze in this thing and you're gonna end up upside-down in a bean field. You treat her nice, Clifford. She's gonna take us all the way to the nationals."
"I will remind you boys that I don't work for the government. I cooperate at my discretion. Two of my best pilots were killed during the test phase. God knows how many more men would have died if it had flown. No, gentlemen, I'm sorry I ever dreamed the damn thing up."
"Sir, I'd wish you'd reconsider. What do we tell the President?"
"Tell him the dream is over. Tell him Howard Hughes said so."
"Peevy, you'd pay to see a man fly, wouldn't you?"
"Ha! You've gotta be outta your mind!"
"Look, I'm talking about making some real money here, Peevy. Not just ten bucks a show, but enough to get us back on our feet and into the nationals."
"Are your eyes painted on, Clifford? This thing's like strapping nitroglycerin to your back. Did you see what this thing did back there?"
"Well, you're always telling me what a genius you are, Peev! Fix it!"
"We're gonna need one hell of a lawyer."
"I think we're gonna need a helmet."
"How do I look?"
"Like a hood ornament."
"Give me one good reason why I should believe any of this."
"Because if anything ever happened to you, I'd go out of my mind. I swear I would."
"Oh."
"I've finally played a scene with Neville Sinclair."
"My God. Neville Sinclair is a..."
"A what? Spy? Saboteur? A Fascist? All of the above."
"Talk fast, Sinclair."
"C'mon, Eddie. I'm paying you well. Does it really matter who I work for?"
"It matters to me. I may not make an honest buck, but I'm 100% American. And I don't work for no two-bit Nazi. Let her go."
"I've been meaning to ask you. What was it like, strapping that thing to your back and flying like a bat out of hell?"
"It's the closest I'll ever get to heaven, Mr. Hughes. Well... maybe not."
"See you around, Rocketeer."
4 1/2 out of 5 Stars
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