No better or worse than other film-making-by-numbers imitations of Raiders of the Lost Ark. Armstrong plays a headstrong '20s heiress searching for her father, an inventor; Selleck plays the grizzled alcoholic flying ace who owns the only available planes. There is absolutely no feeling for the period, and the actors make no attempt to rise above the script's feeble idea of verbal sparring. But the Yugoslav locations are scenic, the aerial stunts are efficient, and there's an explosion every time interest starts to flag. Assuming, of course, that the interest was there in the first place.