
Wild flapper Patricia Van Nuys decides to become a pilot like her husband Robert, but with a difference--she wants to become the first woman to cross the Atlantic Ocean by airplane. Capt.


The first time Patricia Van Nuys taxis her spindly Curtiss down a cow-pasture runway, the frame quivers like a champagne flute on the lip of eruption. Dorothy Gish, all cheekbones and centrifugal grin, makes the camera fall hopelessly in love with velocity itself. There is, of course, no synchronized dialogue in Fly...


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" The first time Patricia Van Nuys taxis her spindly Curtiss down a cow-pasture runway, the frame quivers like a champagne flute on the lip of eruption. Dorothy Gish, all cheekbones and centrifugal grin, makes the camera fall hopelessly in love with velocity itself. There is, of course, no synchronized dialogue in Flying Pat, but every intertitle crackles like a gin rickey: effervescent, tart, leaving your tongue numb with possibility. The film is a 1920 time capsule uncorked, its nitrate ghost..."
Harry Carr, F. Richard Jones, Virginia Philley Withey
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