Oh, man. I wanted this to be good. I really, genuinely wanted to enjoy this movie. I find Jodie Foster is always entertaining, and I thought that maybe this would be a smart psychological thriller.
I believe that is the only time you will see the word smart associated with thriller, in relation to Flightplan.
Maybe if the plot wasn't so ridiculous, maybe if the plane wasn't copletely over the top, and maybe if Jodie Foster was a convincing mom, I would have liked this. Unfortunately, it follows the sad, sad story of a "Oh, she's crazy, oh, and no she's not!!" It would have been better if she actually never had a daughter, and they gave her a big ol' needle full of sedative. That would have been creepy.
Instead, little Julia isn't a figment of a lonely woman's imagination, she's just sleeping prettily in who the fuck knows where underneath, on top of the airplane? The fact that 95% of the movie takes place on a plane means that that plane has to be the biggest fucking plane ever, just to give locations a bit of variety. Oh, oh, um, Star Trek: The Next Generation called, and they want their fucking spaceship back. (yes, weak joke) There was no plane in this movie. There was a big mishmash of tunnels and dining rooms and storage areas and crevices.
I've already half given away the ending, and I won't spoil the rest for anyone who is going to endure an hour and forty minutes of convoluted crap. There are just so many loose ends, and you can fill some of them with pure imagination, but unfortunately, I just wanted some real answers.
This really wasn't very good. Nope. Do not reccomend it.
Edit: Just changed the rating to lower, because I just remembered how it pissed me off, and I'm mad because it just robbed me of another precious minute of life.
Edit 2: NICK LOWER THE RATING ON THIS PLEASE.