Billy Wilder and James Stewart team up for the 1957 biopic The Spirit of St. Louis. Based on the book by Charles Lindbergh which was, in turn, based on his experiences making his historical transatlantic flight, the film exceeded my expectations and was incredibly enchanting and charming. While I can’t claim to have had a lot of interest in the subject matter, I found myself very pleased with the movie by the final frame and had experienced a fun little surprise.
Stewart had heavily petitioned for the role of Lindbergh and actually lost out the first time he auditioned. According to some sources, he had been lobbying Warner Bros. for the part as early as 1954 when the project was first announced. When production began in 1955, the studio offered the part to John Kerr, but he turned it down. Stewart was 47 at the time and was finally cast after pressuring the studio. His age was a problem, as he was playing a 25-year-old version of Lindbergh and needed to look the part. With some dye and a little bit of makeup, the job was done and Stewart looked good enough.
With Stewart as Lindbergh and Wilder as director, The Spirit of St. Louis had the star power to command a fairly extravagant budget. Three replicas of the plane were made for various film units to depict the transatlantic flight as correctly as possible. With the historic flight being the centrepiece of the movie, it was important that the replicas were made with no expense spared. As such, the flying scenes in the film are stunning and often rival similar scenes in modern movies.
The film begins as we drop in on Charles Lindbergh the night before his famous flight. He’s tossing and turning in bed, waiting to take off the next morning. Lindbergh’s internal dialogue is driving him nuts as he tries to get some shuteye. We learn of the gathering of financial support, the building of the plane, and other experiences the led up to the present day through flashbacks. The scenes add depth and character to Lindbergh and increase the concern that we feel as he prepares for his flight.
Finally, the flight time approaches and Lindbergh gets ready to take off. We witness an exciting takeoff sequence and Wilder’s direction here is amazing and thrilling. The takeoff is tricky, yes, but Lindberg’s got the Spirit up in the air and flying in the right direction. During the flight, we witness his struggle with sleep deprivation, a pesky fly, and issues with navigation. We also learn more about Lindbergh’s life through further flashbacks, some of which are awfully funny. When he finally reaches his destination, we can’t help but feel the same euphoria, enthusiasm, and relief.
What makes The Spirit of St. Louis more than a bland biopic is the enthusiasm with which Billy Wilder captures his subject. Stewart, the Tom Hanks of the early days of film, is the ideal performer for the part despite being older than the real subject. The topic of Stewart’s age, while hammered about early on in the press, is a non-issue. Stewart’s performance is ultimately congenial and pleasant, giving depth to the character of Lindbergh and giving him a sense of courage and guts in light of impossible circumstances. Stewart’s boyishness certainly serves him well here.
The Spirit of St. Louis is a potent and thrilling film about the joyfulness of flight. Perhaps more importantly, however, Billy Wilder has managed to capture the joy of the human spirit through triumph. This is a movie about a team of individuals, financiers, bankers, workers, and dreamers that help pull together one of the greatest achievements in human history. The flight scenes are exhilarating and matchless, the performances are grand, and the sense of achievement is given the front page treatment with this one. The Spirit of St. Louis is well worth the rent, as it might surprise some people with its triumphant spirit.
8/10



