Terror (yawn) in the sky.
Movie is set aboard a 747's Christmas Eve flight which is damn near empty. That certainly saves the hassle of all of those passengers getting in the way of the "story" being told. Liotta and another prisoner are being transported to LA, so you can be sure the spaghetti is gonna hit the fan. And it does. In spades. (Hey, it wouldn't be a movie without it.)
Holly with her combination of pluck and babe-o-riffic looks is the only thing that stands between Liotta and his deathwish to auger the jet into downtown LA. The 747 plows thru a storm which gives rise to all sorts of haunted house effects of lightning flashing thru the windows and all sorts of creepy shadows for Liotta (Booga booga!) to jump out.
Holly is quite capable in her role, but she is not stretching herself by any means. Cross (Chariots of Fire) is the pilot who has to talk Holly down. Hicks is stuck in the thankless role of the senior flight attendant.
Liotta, who after all is one of those guys who's so handsome that you just want to throttle him, needs to start watching the roles that he takes. Role is very similar to the crazed cop who terrorized Kurt Russell and Madeline Stowe in that movie that is on the tip of my tongue.
Effects are seamless. When the 747 executes manuevers that you would certainly not want to experience, you swear it's an actual 747. (Flight is at night for the obvious haunted house/camoflage factor.) Kudos for whomever designed the 747 interior set. It goes completely over with junk tumbling everywhere, so Holly and Liotta earned their hazardous duty pay.
Story moves along with fits and starts. Includes a long sequence of Holly searching thru the dark plane for her bud that makes no sense whatsoever.
Thanks to the cretinous abilities of the jerks who made Turbulence's trailer, the movie is 90% given away before a single frame of the real thing unspools. So the flick basically stiches all of the highlights together that you've already seen. It ain't worth it. Pass.
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