When I first heard about the concept of spending five whole frigging weeks in one balloon, I thought it had a high potential for turning quite tedious after the initial rush of being able to drop coins and spit on people on the ground inevitably wore off early the first afternoon you were airborne.
Of course all that potential was fulfilled (and then some) once those five weeks in a balloon proved to include future Branson, Missouri headliner Fabian performing the film’s odious theme song on a concertina during a pitstop at a desert oasis in a sequence that Jules Verne only wished he was imaginative enough to concoct! Continue reading “Five Weeks in a Balloon (1962)”






