This is really a love story between the Spitfire, those that designed and flew them or simply watched them in any capacity as spectator, and a world, that to a great degree owed its future to the existence of this, ahead of its time, fighter.
My father, who has long passed, flew a few variants of the Spit in WW2, while in the RCAF. In later years when conversations occasionally touched on the topic, his voice and tenor would wax affectionately in discussions of the Spit, and controlling the bird was to him "like wearing a glove."
"Ahhh what a beautiful plane" in a tone that matched the sentiment, he would occasionally remark upon viewing even a picture.
The movie apart from touching on the history of the plane, is really a sentimental journey to those that once flew these magnificent birds and a fond hope for those who barely know of its existence to get a sense of the awe they felt.
The movie succeeds masterfully.
Bravo!
My father, who has long passed, flew a few variants of the Spit in WW2, while in the RCAF. In later years when conversations occasionally touched on the topic, his voice and tenor would wax affectionately in discussions of the Spit, and controlling the bird was to him "like wearing a glove."
"Ahhh what a beautiful plane" in a tone that matched the sentiment, he would occasionally remark upon viewing even a picture.
The movie apart from touching on the history of the plane, is really a sentimental journey to those that once flew these magnificent birds and a fond hope for those who barely know of its existence to get a sense of the awe they felt.
The movie succeeds masterfully.
Bravo!