Flightplan

Saw Flightplan today. If you saw the trailer, you already know what it’s about: Jodie Foster is on a commercial airliner with her daughter. Her daughter vanishes. No one else remembers seeing the daughter board, and they all try to convince her that her daughter is just a delusion. But she finds physical evidence in the form of a heart drawn on the the foggy window that shows that her daughter is real and was on the plane. I really enjoy these classic Hitchcock-style “ordinary person caught up in a dangerous mystery” sort of stories, but since the trailer has already revealed 70% of the plot, the only remaining issue is: Is there some clever, logical explanation for what’s going on? The answer, in this case, is a resounding no. The ending is patently ridiculous. During the last 30 minutes of the movie, most of the theater was openly laughing at the contrived plot. (Though to be fair, the two guys sitting behind me also giggled at just the opening credits. I think they were stoned.) So many people were getting up and leaving that it felt like the captain had just turned off the fasten seatbelt sign. Oh well.