Near the start of Flyboys, the squadron's grizzled vet hands suicide pistols to the new pilots, to be used if they find themselves in a no-win situation. Unfortunately, the audience is offered no such option.
One wishes this particular version did more than make glancing references to the despair and disillusion that was as much a part of this particular war as the exploding dirigibles and officers' bonhomie.
Realized with a combination of vintage and replica aircraft, as well as elaborate CGI effects, the airborne sequences are duly awesome, if a tad monotonous. Ironically, the movie really takes off when it's on the ground.
The result guarantees a thrill a minute for all ages, and a few tears, too, in an old-fashioned kind of war movie with heart (in the best kind of tradition) that keeps you on the edge of your seat with your mouth wide open.