O...M...G!!!!  What a piece of shit.

Declan O'Brien returns to write another shitter.  It seems like everythign Mr. O'Brien gets his fat fingers into, turns out sucking the high hard one.  You may remember old Declan for his classics Wrong Turn 4 and 5, as well as his numerous SiFy schlockfests.  Why anyone pays him to write and/or direct is so far beyond my ability to understand.

So, what do we have here exactly?  Well, first of all, we have a very strong cast in Randy Couture (not a very talented actor by any means), Domonic Purcell, Vinnie Jones, Craig Fairbrass, Gina Philips, a host of other recognizable faces, and a plethora of pretty gals.

The plot is typical B action movie, set in Paris (although filmed in Baton Rouge) and a super sexy private airplane (although it looks more like a crappy bar/hotel).  Problem is everything is so dumb, so completely far fetched and unbeleivable, it's actually shocking.  In all seriousness, a first year film student could write a better script than Fuckhead O'Brien and Director Brandon Nutt.

The amazing thing is that the script tries so hard to check off every single classic screenwriting box, including a completely unrealistic love interest/relationship between a 50 year old Rnady Couture and a smoking hot 27 year old Tiffany DuPont, as well as my old favorite - the ticking time bomb and a last second decision on whether to cut the blue wire or the red wire.  Are you fucking serious?  Yep, I'm serious?

Watch this movie and see how not to write an action script.  See exactly what cliche means.  Learn how not to write charicature characters by wacthinbg these cardboard cutout walk through their lines.  Laugh out loud at the set design, which includes full bedrooms on a plane.  And finally, watch in shock at how lame fight sequences can actually be.

This is some serious poor movie making here, folks, and it's too bad because most of the talent here can definitely act, or at least throw a good punch.  In the hands of Mr. Nutt and Mr. O'Brien, that ain't gonna be happening, though.

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