Staggering from the wreckage the living find themselves deep within the Arabian desert, far off their original flight plan and with little hope of rescue. Two of their number were killed instantly while a third (a young oil-worker) has been gravely wounded - right from this beginning the crosses of the dead loom over those left alive. Frank blames himself bitterly for this tragedy (correctly so, from an objective perspective) but still tries to exert some authority over the rabble and provide reassurance. Since they have enough water for about ten days, according to Dr.Renaud (Christian Marquand), and plenty of dates as food, Frank and Lew spin the yarn that they will surely be found by search aircraft. Meanwhile a pecking order emerges among the men (a mix of oil-workers, soldiers, technical personnel and the aircrew) with the more learned/respected exerting control over the manual workers. As time passes the situation becomes increasingly bleak and Captain Harris (Peter Finch) decides to march to the nearest oasis with Sgt.Watson (Ronald Fraser), who is less than keen on the idea.
In fact Sgt.Watson manages to fake a sprained ankle just to get out of the desert trip (a move symptomatic of his hatred of the military) and his superior leaves with another passenger. Unfortunately another survivor, Trucker Cobb (Ernest Borgnine), is so deranged that he staggers after the departed pair. Frank is still so wracked with guilt that he goes after Cobb, risking his own life in the brutal midday heat, and fails once again in his task. Just when the situation looks irretrievably lost Heinrich Dorfmann (Hardy Kruger) comes up with an audacious idea - why not build a smaller plane from the debris of the first? Initially he is ridiculed, both for being German and for having such a crackpot scheme, but attitudes change slightly when he reveals that he is actually an aircraft designer. Once again there is hope, no matter how slim, that they won't become vulture food - just as long as the struggle for control between Frank and Heinrich doesn't destroy the entire enterprise.
Robert Aldrich, as director, has fashioned a tense, boys-own-adventure type story from nothing more than dust, great acting and impressive stunt flying. The script is strong enough to gradually build to successive, heart-stopping moments without dawdling or resorting to cliche (particularly impressive when you remember that the film began with a bang). Standing out from the crowd with excellent performances, Stewart and Attenborough provide a central axis around which the other characters revolve and interact. [The character of Lew is particularly interesting since he provides the glue which holds everything together, a pivotal role]. The scenery is impressive, in the sense of the mindless force of nature and endless sand dunes, even though the film crew went nowhere near Arabia. It's interesting to speculate on how you would cope in these circumstances but, of course, the $64,000 question is whether you would even think of constructing a plane out of the wreckage of the first? I'm not sure that I would have done, but I will now!