Bob Zemeckis gives us another great movie with Denzel Washington as a very, very broken man. Kelly Reilly is fantastic as a very, very broken woman. The plane is also totally broken, even before it crashes. The film is brilliant, the acting is brilliant, I cried at the end.
However, the best thing about the movie is John Goodman as a cocaine dealer who seems to have dropped straight out of a Coen Brothers movie. Seriously. I think suddenly shrieking “Keep your hands off the merch, Motherf******!!” will become part of my vernacular. But probably not with the Hubster. He’s always allowed to touch the merch!