Jerry Jameson is the Michael Corleone of made-for-TV disaster movies. He’d directed about a half-dozen before graduating to the big-screen reins of Airport ’77 and Raise the Titanic (a disaster movie in reverse?). Just when he thought he was done with uh-oh flicks for the tube, they pulled him back in. Arguably the biggest is Starflight One, also known by the unimaginative, kindergartener-workshopped title Starflight: The Plane That Couldn’t Land. It may as well have been called Airport ’83: In Space.
On the eve of the maiden voyage of Starflight One, the world’s first hypersonic transport plane, designer Josh Gilliam (Hal Linden, TV’s Barney Miller) doesn’t think it’s ready to fly. But because stocks are more valuable than humans, the cantankerous CEO (Ray Milland, Mayday at 40,000 Feet!) refuses to delay launch. So up, up, up it goes, with Lee Majors (TV’s The Six Million Dollar Man) starring as the pilot, with Lauren Hutton (Viva Knievel!) playing the publicist intimately familiar with his cockpit.
Wouldn’t you know it? Things go wrong, kicking the $50 million craft out of Earth’s orbit and gaining a hole in its cargo hold, placing all 60-some-odd passengers in mortal danger. To account for the loss of gravity, string is strung down the aisle for people to hold onto! But how to solve the problem of precious air hissing away by the second? The crew simply calls the Space Shuttle Columbia (R.I.P.) to drive on over, pick up Gilliam (transferred by floating coffin, no less) and take him back to man the ground-control computers. After that, the shuttle returns to fetch the passengers from Starflight One via a snake-like chute whose insides look like a Fantastic Voyage through the esophagus.
Sizewise, Hutton’s celebrated space between her two front teeth doth not compare to any gap of logic among the dozens present in Starflight One. Curiously, in look and feel and theme, the film is like a no-jokes retread of Airplane II: The Sequel, as if one of the Starflight producers — for sake of argument, let’s say Henry Winkler — saw the comedy the year before and said, “Ayyyyyyy! Let’s do that, but serious. And with chintzier cheeseball effects.”
Also aboard this interminable, star-studded teleturkey are future Oscar nominee Tess Harper as Majors’ too-mousy wife, future Weekend at Bernie’s corpse Terry Kiser as an asshole, future Elm Street teen-dream slayer Robert Englund and future insufferable evangelical Kirk Cameron. Thoughts and prayers. —Rod Lott
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