I am drawn to every news story about the attempts, which still continue, to solve the mystery of Amelia Earharts disappearance on July 2, 1937. Its pretty clear she ditched at sea, but you just never know. Those clues found on a Pacific atoll are tantalizing. It is not her disappearance but her life that fascinates me.
She was strong, brave and true and she looked fabulous in a flight suit. No ladylike decorum for her; before she wed George Putnam she wrote him their marriage would have dual controls and said neither one should feel bound to a medieval code of faithfulness. Maybe she was keeping a loophole for Gene Vidal (Ewan McGregor), the founder of TWA and father of Gore, who told his son he loved her but didnt marry her because I didnt want to marry a boy.
Hilary Swank uncannily embodies my ideas about Earhart in Mira Nairs Amelia. She looks like her, smiles like her, evokes her. Swank is an actress who doesnt fit in many roles, but when shes right, shes right. The tousled hair, the freckles, the slim figure, the fitness, the physical carriage that says: I know precisely who I am and I like it and if you dont, bail out. Not only was she the first person after Lindbergh to fly solo across the Atlantic, she even looked like him.
Amelia tells this story with sound performances and impeccable period detail. It deals with her final flight so accurately that many of the radio transmissions between her and the Coast Guard cutter Itasca, stationed off Howland Island, are repeated verbatim. (They could hear her but she couldnt hear them.) It ends on exactly the correct note. As Red River Dave sang in the lyrics of the first song ever broadcast on U.S. television:
Half an hour later, her SOS was heard,
Her signals weak, but still her voice was brave.
In shark-infested waters, her aeroplane went down that night
In the blue Pacific to a watery grave.
She was an early feminist role model, an American hero not tainted like Lindbergh by chumminess with the Nazis. A few years after her death, U.S. women would be asked to hang up their aprons, put on overalls and work on the production lines of the war. She was the real thing. Yes, she signed contracts to endorse chewing gum, soap and a fashion line, but she needed the money to finance her flights, and she always chewed the gum, used the soap, wore the clothes.
I suppose I vaguely knew she married the famous New York publisher G.P. Putnam (Richard Gere). It never registered. The film reports, correctly, that Putnam was instrumental promoting her, booking her lectures, publishing her book, raising money for flights. The movie doesnt much deal with how a small-town Kansas tomboy got along with the famous New York socialite who published Lindberghs We. It was love at first sight for George, and forever after for both of them.
Thats the trouble with Amelia Earharts life, seen strictly as movie material. What we already know is what we get. To repeat: She was strong, brave and true, she gained recognition for women fliers and she looked fabulous in a flight suit. She flew the Atlantic solo, she disappeared in the Pacific, she died too young and there was no scandal or even an indiscretion. She didnt even smoke, although Luckies wanted her for an endorsement.
Im not suggesting that Mira Nair and her writers, Ronald Bass and Anna Hamilton Phelan, should have invented anything. It is right that they resisted any temptation. Its just that theres a certain lack of drama in a generally happy life. At least by treating her big flights as chapters in a longer life, they sidestepped the dilemma that defeated Billy Wilder when he starred Jimmy Stewart in The Spirit of St. Louis (1957). Lindberghs life offered such promising details as a 1930s decoration by the Nazis and the kidnapping of his baby, but Wilder focused on the long flight itself, during which the most exciting event is the appearance of a fly in the cockpit.
Amelia is a perfectly sound biopic, well directed and acted, about an admirable woman. It confirmed for me Earharts courage not only in flying, but in insisting on living her life outside the conventions of her time for well-behaved females. The next generation of American women grew up in her slipstream.
Theres a beautiful, beautiful field
Far away in a land that is fair.
Happy landings to you, Amelia Earhart
Farewell, first lady of the air.