We have only Mr. Ruben's word for it that "Ace of Aces" is not plagiarism, but anyone who remembers "Wings," "The Sky Hawk" and other pictures of their ilk, will begin to question the gentleman's veracity. One might even believe that "Ace of Aces" was produced when air-warfare extravaganzas--were in vogue, and that Radio Pictures hesitated to inflict it on audiences until more successful brethren had been forgotten. Engines roar, sputter, machine guns bark, and planes go down in flames, but the only redeeming feature is Richard Dix. Even worshippers of the red corpuscles however, might be induced to pity, the protruding jaw and the twisted snarl, which, has already been used to such advantage, when its ineffectiveness in one asinine situation after another, is dangled before the eyes.

The taunts of his fiancee send Rocky Thorne into the war and make a fiendish butcher out of an idealistic sculptor. (Don't worry, Dix is a sculptor for only a few minutes). Serious injury restores him to peaceful citizenship and she who taunted him finds happiness again in his arms, while planning for the acquisition of eight children. Elizabeth Allan is the feminine interest, or at least is intended to be, for again we have only the preview's word for it that there is any interest whatsoever in the picture. Miss Allan's face is squat, her acting a nonentity, but her figure is lissome. It is a shame that we have to see so much more of the face than the rest, but it is a relief to realize that very little of the "fiminine interest" is seen at all.