Films about people who die and find themselves in some kind of staging post for the dead have enjoyed sporadic popularity with film-makers since the success of Outward Bound more than 60 years ago. Wings of Fame is not destined to join the greats of the genre, although it does get better - a lot better - towards the end. For the most part, although the idea is nice, the execution is poor, full of clumsily staged scenes and actors talking at the tops of their voices. And the notion of blending real famous dead people with fictitious ones in the vast hotel on a fog-shrouded island, is one that works against the film rather than in its favour. Towards the end, director Otakar Volocek seems to get the hang of it, and things come together to rather better effect. Peter O'Toole and Colin Firth star as the matinee idol actor and his youthful murderer and the idea of it all, I think, is that fame is fleeting.


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