SERIOUSLY. This is what the crap Hollywood still puts out?

Easily the biggest piece of Right wing non sense propaganda I ever saw.

One of the best movies of the year! Incredible from the beginning to the end.

Strong acting helps the film overcome an uncertain premise and create characters that hold our attention absolutely.

Of all the documentary, so-called 'travelogue', films shot during that halcyon decade -- the 1950s -- when Cinerama, Cinemirace and the Soviet Kinopanorama took centre-stage at the world's cinemas, this beautifully wrought film stands alone! Simply put, it is heads-and-soldiers above the rest.Sadly, Cinemiracle, was a "one-off" release. Plans by Jack Warner to shoot their controversial film, "The Miracle", starring Carol Baker, were shelved due to the enormous cost of shooting in the three-film format. No other films were shot in the format. Cinerama, Inc., which purchased the Cinemiracle format and patents from National Theatres in 1960, promptly relegated the format -- superior in most respects to Cinerama -- to the dust-bin of cinema history.Attempts in recent years to restore the film with new colour prints and the original 7-channel soundtrack have come to naught, due to the high costs involved.The Kinopanorama producer-director, John Steven Lasher, stated in March, 2004, that he would gladly restore "Windjammer" before committing any funds, had they been available, to any of the Kinopanorama travelogues to which he has access.

Saw this movie as an 11 yr old. Totally enthralled as a child ... my mother was Swedish, so there was the Scendinavian interest. Grew up near Boston, ever fascinated with the ocean. The thought of going to sea as a cadet was a dream. I listened to the Windjammer record 100's of times, I'm sure. Was proud that the Christian Radich had visited Boston and that the young piano-playing cadet performed Edvard Grieg's piano concerto with Arthur Fiedler and the Boston Pops. The summer after high school graduation (1964), I boarded the Christian Radich in the Chicago harbor after it had sailed down the St Lawrence Seaway .. into the Great Lakes. I befriended one of the young cadets (my age) and after a tour of the C.R., walked the streets of Chicago with my new friend, discussing the realities of life on the great Norwegian sailing vessel. One of the highlights of my youth.

I recall having seen this movie in Dortmund/Germany in a big cinema which seemed to have been specially prepared for the occasion. It must have been in 1959 or 1960. I really felt "seasick" at certain passages of this movie, the impact of the stereo pictures and the sound was tremendous for me. It is not just this particular memory which makes this very movie dear to me (even though I never saw it again). This very movie is the reason for my introduction to, and consequently, love for, classical music. Grieg's piano concerto, practised by one of the cadets all the way from Oslo to America for a public performance there (under Arthur Fiedler - I recall his white dinner jacket when conducting) opened up this musical sphere to me forever. Up to this day this music and the Norwegian landscapes shown in the movie are closely connected in my mind. All this a "key event".EL

The Voyage of the Christian Radich, the Windjammer, across the Atlantic from Norway to New York City, New England and back is brought to three side-by-side Cinerama screens in this production. The impact is stunning. Marred only by the stock differentials in the slight processing temperature variations of exposures in processing which tends to separate the image contrast a bit from screen to screen, this flaw quickly disappears as the sheer adventure unfolds and the stunning musical score by Terry Gilkyson rolls out. As a youth I returned to the theater some half a dozen times to experience this marvelous, 1958 screen adventure. It is matched only decades later with the advent of the Imax Large Format productions, few that have held the wonder of this marvelous film. The extraordinary musical score was often sold on LP vinyl in the theater lobby and my own record was worn out in its repeated playing. A true documentary the film never falls into scenario format and remains ever true, taking the viewer along as a grateful passenger across the wide, foaming seas driven before the wind and under the white sails of the ship and glorious sun over the deep blue Pacific.