For those who take their flying straight, Paramount's "Wings in the Dark," showing at the Met, will be a disappointment. Unlike "Night Flight," the last airplane picture that was worth the celluloid it was printed on, "Wings in the Dark" is filled with a great many technical inaccuracies.

For the sake of the plot, we will not question the possibility of the picture's main device, an instrument panel that can be read by a blind man. But there is no excusing Myrna Loy's crash scene in which she turns into the ship flying next to her by applying full aileron.

Aside from technical weaknesses, the picture still presents some features that are a little hard to stomach. When Cary Grant, who plays the blinded flier, stutters a little over his first attempts to walk under the guidance of a dog and makes such remarks as "I've never handled controls like these before," or "Hey, let me learn to fly this ship!", his painful metaphors can be passed off as the result of embarrassment. But when Myrna Loy describes herself as a lowwing single-motored monoplane with a fair wingspread and "streamlined, so they tell me!", the whole idea of conversation along those lines becomes pretty sad.

The Duncan Sisters are doing their part to make the stage "attractions" good fun. Those who remember them in the days of "Topsy and Eva" will not be disappointed and those who have never seen them, should go, by all means, or else miss one of the highlights of the 1920's.

The other stage offering is Dave Apellon, first-rate guitar player, but pretty thoroughly unpleasant otherwise.