Well,at least not according to his brief.Mind you,the completely barmy Mr Rane was banging the brief's face on a desk at the time in a subtle attempt to induce such a ringing endorsement.By anyone else's definition Mr Rane is what the medical profession call a nutjob. "You have blown up two planes this year already"says his brief in a non - judgemental tone. "It's four,actually"Rane says proudly. With the help from some henchpersons he escapes from his escort and goes mano a mano with an ex - cop and airline security expert who,heaven be thanked,is travelling on the same plane. Miss E.Hurley,who can't act for toffee,is one of Rane's little helpers. So far - so appallingly bad. Mr W.Snipes as the cop is a credit to his dentist. As cliché builded on cliché I was forced to listen to the soundtrack as some kind of distraction.It sounded as if it was written by a jazz musician who thought it would be easy money to knock off a quick movie score.That couldn't really be the case - could it? If you believe in watching movies with your thumb up your bum and your brain in neutral "Passenger 57" might just pass muster. If however you require a little bit of flair,just a smidgeon of likelihood and some indication that it isn't all a cynical moneymaking exercise....put it back in the "Special Offers" bin and walk away.
Review of Passenger 57
