Putting someone under pressure is sometimes the only way to find out who someone really is. This is why plane disasters are such a great setting. Ripe for the design of characters to bring along their personal joy, pain and strife, which are to become amplified in the tiny space of a fragile piece of infrastructure speeding above the ground at 1km per 4 seconds.
Flight 7500 chronologues the tale of misfits at large – not excluding the crew themselves – their terrible venture into the unknown. Following the introduction of a strange man and his briefcase, people start dying; matters start to deteriorate, and soon it becomes a mystery enough for the passenger to take matters into their own hands.
One of the few high points in this flyer is the nicely crafted dysfunctional married duo. The exhaustingly demanding and selfishly critical wife contrasts strongly against their endlessly compromising husband. Their fatalistic goth antagonist is a nice bonus, contrasting ironically with her uptight counterparts, and offering a window to something more interesting.
The advantage is never taken of, and the movie reverts to a plodding hour of half-baked supernatural horror which is overall dismally dull and unsatisfying. Given that the main appeal of these flicks is the sight of fragile egoes corroding in the face of the inevitable, the lack of personality from pretty much the rest of the cast results in a crushing black hole of empty viewing.
The rest of the material is an aimless deviation from anything convincing or sensible and can’t land anything solid let alone a runway. It’s boring, dull and pointless. Although the story is wretchedly processed enough, the big twist at the end when everything is X is bewilderingly meaningless. You might as well see Final Destination again. Screw that, re-watch some good old X-files.
2/10
Possession Media 