My father made a point of taking me to all of the opening nights for James Bond films. Dr. No - stupid, Goldfinger - mostly stupid by I liked the girl with the rifle, Thunderball - pure gold.
I was not really impressed with the beginning of Thunderball and I felt real sorry for that snake if it was real and thrown from one vehicle to another. The take over of the Vulcan bomber, priceless. I always loved Delta wing aircraft and the Vulcan was probably the largest and longest living of all of these 1950's relics.
Suddenly, the movie was stopped, the lights came up and an officer standing at the front of the theater ordered all disaster preparedness personnel to report to the lobby immediately. Father left, the movie restarted and about three hours later father returned to take me home..... He was very angry over being called out of a movie and not being reimbursed the admissions price! Plus the NATO theater was a 70 mile drive one way for us.
Seems someone in the audience was familiar enough with the breathing systems on the Vulcan and wondered if the same was in usage on the B-52 and Convair's Delta Dagger (F-102), both nuclear equipped. If it was multi-passenger and could carry a nuke, its air systems were thoroughly investigated that evening.
I can't say whether or not any problem was actually found, but I am sure that after the release of Thunderball - there was no possibility any gassing of the crew, via the movie plot scenario, as being any longer a possibility.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
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