November 18th, 2007 by Brie
Kris and I are large fans of the B style of horror movies. It has been a while since we’ve seen a good one, but Flight of the Living Dead: Outbreak on a Plane finally broke our bad bad streak.
***SPOILER ALERT***
It had many of the genre specific characteristics we have come to love. The pilot was on his last flight before retirement. There were two couples who were in the midst of a triangle. There was a nun. Ah, timing, infidelity and faith… your horror movie trinity has been missed. If there is a character who would be safe if only this happened tomorrow, a woman with a short skirt and too much makeup, and a firm believer of how things should happen you are in for a treat. A bad horror movie can still be good with a less than complete matchup, but all three makes the chances of enjoying the movie a la MST3K that much better.
Add to the cut-out character list the fact that there is a completely unnecessary subtitle for the movie and some amazing one-liners, and you have me.
An old woman zombie attacks a living passenger. She bites his arm, but an astonishing lack of blood splatter is present. “She’s gumming me to death!”
The action kept up; the makers didn’t attempt to make this a movie about anything other than a zombie outbreak at 30,000 feet. There was plenty of fake blood and bad acting. The movie made me want to see a new type of film, though.
The movie explains some rogue CIA agents are attempting to move an experiment out of the country. The box holding the zombie infection is stored in the cargo section of the plane. At one point, a pilot and two rogue CIA agents have to go into the cargo hold to check something out. CIA agents are turned, and the pilot escapes. At this point in the movie, Kris looks at me and says the most beautiful idea for a movie I’ve ever heard. “And he shuts up the entrance properly, zombies are contained, and we get to spend the next hour and fifteen minutes with some fantastic character development.”
Sell it as a horror film. Get a big name or two in it… preferrably one who is known for her breasts and one who is known for acting ability. Kill off the actor and teach the breasts to shine. I bet it would sweep the Oscars.
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