Wings of all sizes and varieties, wings from nearly every unit of Uncle Sam's naval forces, wings with insignia and wings without-forming the background of almost every scene, they add the only element of color to an insipid "Wings of the Navy," currently at the Metropolitan. Built around a trite story of two brothers in a naval flying school, the picture contains little acting, a dull script, and slowly paced direction. Olivia DeHavilland, apex of the now-winged eternal triangle, has nothing to do except be ornamental; John Payne, who wins the girl from George Brent and sells the airplane (replete with wings) to the government, makes the most of an exceedingly limited role. Only the photography, sometimes very beautiful, and the comedy, occasionally top-notch in the hands of Frank McHugh, save the picture from utter failure.

Compared to the boredom induced by the super-patriotic outbursts of the major feature, "Ambush" is entertaining. Unlike "Wings" it does contain some acting, and although the plot is unoriginal, at least it moves quickly enough to maintain interest. Popeye steals the show.