...A movie about Kelly Johnson...
One of the things that strikes me about aircraft development now is that there are no singular personalities ( besides Mr.Rutan, and he's a different animal all together) driving design teams and making the cognitive leap, and turning that into ;sometimes, revolutionary hardware in a timely( some times very rapid) fashion. Instead, its become concensus building (or lack of) gestalt entities with accountants as the brain stem, which seems to manifest as 20-30 year development cycles that often produce not much more than endless definition, parametric and feasibility studies. Even now, say at Lock-Mart, they're still coasting on ideas and techniques hammered out by Kelly Johnson and Ben Rich, with a lot of poorly thought out code and half-arsed kluges (the F-22 international date line debacle comes to mind) scabbed on.
25 years ago, when I entered trade school, there sat, of all things, Kelly Johnsons personal airplane, N329J, the twin Orpheus Jetstar prototype, as she was when she left Lockheed. Maybe it was just me, but I swear, you could still see the shadow cast by those giants, you could feel the greatness. A heady experiance to plop yer butt down in Tony Leviers left seat, know that this was where Johnson and Rich brainstormed gods know what, Jack Northrop, Don Douglas, and Bill Boeing caged rides- That airplane oozed history, for those in the know... or, maybe I'm just an incurable romantic under the acerbic facade...