Though scenarist Robert Pirosh [working from a story by producer Sy Bartlett] and director Delbert Mann have been hemmed in by formula, within the narrow dramatic horizons of the story design they perform their tasks quite commendably. The familiar post-war air force situations are dramatized about as well as could be expected.
Eagles is a story of the men of the Strategic Air Command, more specifically that of a wing commander (Rock Hudson) whose dedication to the task of shaping up the somewhat negligent outfit to which he is newly assigned forces him, in the course of attempting to analyze and pinpoint what is ailing the unit, to make several unpleasant decisions that almost strain marital relations with his wife (Mary Peach) to the breaking point.
Hudson invests his role with the right blend of authority and warmth. Rod Taylor creates a colorful figure as the undesirably easy going vice-commander who shapes up when the chips are down. Peach, a British actress, manages to be appealing. Barry Sullivan capably handles the somewhat obvious role of a veteran base commander whose alcoholic intake gets him the heave-ho from Hudson.