This article comes from “Figaro Magazine”
What?
A television series about American air forces during World War II?
Are we insidiously trying to erase from our nostalgic memories
The Hotheads
with Robert Conrad, muscular shirtless and easy punch?
From the first sequences of
Masters of the Air
we understand that the comparison is not reasonable.
By the density of its scenario, the spectacular (but repetitive) digital means mobilized and the ambition of the issues exposed, the little sister of
Band of Brothers
produced by Tom Hanks and Steven Spielberg kills the game.
Goodbye to the warm islands and seas of Asia, make way for the fog of the North Sea and the Flemish and Hanseatic plains.
Above all, place for a stunning realism where all lightness is banished.
Non-warlike interludes are rare here, moments of relaxation (music, girls, outings in town) fewer than the rays of sunshine in Scotland.
For 9 episodes*, we follow – sometimes until…
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