Well, since this is from the 1970s, "new" is completely subjective.
The stewardess flick! Insightful depiction of the lives behind the ladies of the skyways. See their glamours days and their decadent nights!
There's no way a studio can make a stewardess film today. The myth of luxurious air travel has gone by the wayside thanks to the airline deregulation and the coming of discount airlines like JetBlue and SouthWest.  No longer is the stewardess a shapely perfection of the female form, but rather, just another joe, working a job.
The air has gone out of the whole thing- as Gweneth Platrow discovered in 2003 when she starred in a movie about flight attendants (not stewardesses, even the classification has changed).
No, I've not flown recently, but the whole idea of flying as something that does not require a cavity search and endless queues is a fantasy. I'd sooner believe in the Force before I would the idea of a comfortable flight.
But in the 1970s, throngs of downtown denizens would gather together to watch this little slice of make-believe. And they'd do it at the Broadway. Right next to the Central library, it was torn down in the 1980s so the library could have a parking lot... so a worthier cause than a strip mall or condos (with studios starting at $750,000).
Come fly with me...

San Diego Union A-16. Wednesday 14 March 1973.