Part of me wants to admire the marketing of this movie but it’s really one of those cases where the late night chat show interviews were more entertaining than the movie itself. I mean, 20 minutes to the plane taking off? In this kind of movie we should already be in the air as the opening credits roll. Director David Ellis should know this, after all, he was, slightly ironically, the director of Final Destination 2.

To give this movie any kind of credit whatsoever would be an invitation for reality TV style concepts to invade our already fragile cinema, and I’m not talking Blair Witch, that I could bear, I’m talking “I’m a F*cking Nobody With No Personality Beyond My Gender, Race and Sexuality, Vote Me Me the Hell Out of Here or You Get to See Me Hurt!”, and I just can’t do that. I can take so much crap, and there’s some serious crap that I shamelessly adore but I find myself drawing a line here. Seriously: Con Air, Airplane!, Anaconda, Airport. Those 7 hours will enrich your life more than these 100 minutes. Be gone from my sight and put this in the bin on your way out.

There’s one thing, I guess, and that’s that this movie will surely appease those union folks who were so enraged by Flightplan’s portrayal of cabin crew (yeh, it would’ve really helped the story there if the cabin crew had been friendly, lol)

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