The rocket is on the launch pad. The astronauts have just strapped themselves in. Suddenly there is a tap on the window and the three men (James Brolin, Sam Waterston and O.J. Simpson) have become pawns in one of the most improbable conspiracies ever invented. Ushered out of the space capsule and flown to a remote military base in the desert, they are forced against their will to co-operate in a desperate plan to fake the first manned mission to Mars. The motive: Congress is looking for an excuse to cut NASA's funding, and an aborted mission, caused by the last-minute discovery of a faulty life-support system, would be all the excuse they need. So the mission must go ahead, or appear to go ahead, at all costs. All goes well until the capsule's heat shield disintegrates on re-entry to Earth and the capsule burns up in the atmosphere, leaving millions of people with the idea that the astronauts are dead. NASA cannot afford to have them around anymore....
Sounds silly eh? Well, essentially it is, but director Peter Hyams takes this silly idea and runs with it with such flair and energy that, disbelief suspended, the audience is taken on one of the most entertaining journeys of the 70s. Everything works together so well: the sardonically witty dialogue, the arresting visuals, the exhilarating stunts, all linked by Jerry Goldsmith's brilliantly atmospheric music. Never mind that the plot is full of holes, this is a film to watch again and again.