The world is going to hell in an antibiotic-resistant- plague powered hand cart. Soldiers are shooting people dead on the street and the suburban houses of the infected are set a blaze.
A bunch of people manage to get aboard a plane and make a dash for it. Locked in to a confided environment, with the potential of infection aboard and the world burning below, this is dynamite.
Production, acting and writing are sufficient to carry all this off and is very tense and moving in places.
Happy days?
No. The problem with this film is the plot. To unfold the way it does the characters have to make one shockingly ill-thought out choice after another. You know in horror films when the guy goes down in to the cellar on his own just to find out what that scrapping noise is? Well every single character in this film does this, about every six minutes.
This sounds nit-picky for what is essentially a sci-fi film; but it is so annoying it distracts from the film.
"Hey Gary I'm just going to pop out and have a chat with this guy who has been trying to kill us for the last twenty minutes."
"Right-oh Fred, want to take this gun with you mate?"
"No I'm sure it will be fine. Just sneeze into my mouth for good luck"
The ending reaches an appropriate climax but I was left wondering what was the point in it all.
Good acting and production hung on a distorted framework.
