I saw the Howard Hawks film, Ceiling Zero (1936)—or let me say I saw a particular print of it—on YouTube.  It was the best I could do since the pic was never released on DVD.

Director Hawks did even better with airline workers in Zero than he did, years later, with cowboys in Red River.  He organizes his scenes of active crews admirably, although this is in truth scriptwriter Frank Wead‘s show, for he adapted his own play.

Aviation technology of the Thirties is (to me) fascinating, and here we get that as well as a surprising amount of aircraft destruction.  And death.  There is no happy ending.  Still, I was happy to be seeing the forgotten Ceiling Zero.

Mary Gordon is a notable American author, and a Catholic.  From The Stories of Mary Gordon (2013), there is “Death in Naples,” a 19-page piece wherein an elderly widow, Lorna, visits Italy with her son and daughter-in-law.

The daughter-in-law is a difficult complainer who suddenly has to leave the Continental country without appreciating any of its splendors.  The son goes with her, and Lorna is left alone.  There is something catalyzed by this:  Lorna sees the inadequacy and absurdity of life.  Among the many details about her that Gordon provides is that “She was not a religious woman,” and to be sure Lorna does not understand how spirituality, or a spiritual life, is to be had.  A certain uplift, however, occurs at the story’s conclusion.

A luminous story it is, and “The Deacon” is also very worthy.  Here, a nun called Joan finds it impossible to Christianly love Gerard, an unsuitable deacon.  He tried to become a priest but “couldn’t cut it at the sem,” although at St. Timothy’s School, where Joan is the principal, he fails to cut it as a teacher as well.  The nun’s weakness regarding love is no worse than the weaknesses of other Christians at the school, and inevitably she must attempt to work her way around it.  She settles for what she is capable of, spiritually.  It’s the kind of subject Mary Gordon faces head-on.

Ashley Bratcher displays realistic, suitable restraint and persuasive agony as Abby Johnson, a Planned Parenthood director (and real-life person).  We miss her, in the faith-based Unplanned (2019), every time she is not on screen.

Whatever moral merit exists in Planned Parenthood—and filmmakers Chuck Konzelman and Cary Solomon do not believe there is very much—the movie is hot and bothered that bloody abortions are taking place in P.P.’s private rooms; and well it should be.  Abby herself has had two abortions and scarcely cares that her Christian parents and her husband are offended by her director job.  However, P.P.’s garbage, its evildoing, becomes too much for her.  She actually seeks help from anti-abortion protesters.

Unplanned is a powerful film until its last twenty to twenty-five minutes.  Then its artistry starts failing.  There is not enough build-up to Abby’s decision to leave Planned Parenthood, and the script begins to propagandize for the pro-life movement.  The movie ends up being less successful than Gosnell.  But for a long time that artistry is there.  And Bratcher’s performance is there.  Final word:  However much Pure Flix recoils from it, the movie’s R rating is justified.