After an opening comment about the poem upon which this story is based, this is a wordless film in color about a young boy who is obsessed with flying, whether it is a model glider that he flies off the rooftops, or actual jet fighters, where he climbs into the cockpit at a nearby, nearly abandoned airport out in the countryside, aided by what appears to be his father or grandfather, at any rate a kindly old man who takes him under his wing and allows the boy to keep dreaming about soaring into the skies.
Review of Sklenená oblaka
