Film Review: Flightplan

Flightplan, starring Jodie Foster and Peter Sarsgaard (Val Kilmer’s dopey sidekick in The Salton Sea), centers around a widowed mothers desperate struggle to find her lost daughter aboard a transcontinental flight.

Jodie Foster tends to freak me out. She’s been a 12 year old hooker in Taxi Driver and an alien communicator in Contact. She was incredible in The Accused (1988), although I thought her peak was the original Silence of the Lambs. Before seeing this movie I was wondering how this would compare to the best films of her career. Flightplan marks her return from a 3-year acting hiatus.

The film starts with a sobering shot of Foster staring into the camera, looking as pale and crazy as ever. The shot introduces the broken spirit of her character, mourning the loss of her late husband who left behind a loving wife and 6 year old child. They’re leaving Berlin and going to NYC to start a new life together.

Not long after departing, Klye Pratt (Foster) wakes from a short nap on the plane to find her daughter not where she was lying. This instantly sends her into super-panic mode, where she begins to search the plane as casually as she can manage. Foster does a tremendous job instantly raising the tension and pace of the film. What follows is a frenzied journey through the bowels of the worlds largest commercial airliner in search of the only thing that Kyle Pratt has to live for.

This could’ve really been done poorly if certain precautions weren’t made; and actually, some of them weren’t. The stress and tension created by the film in the first 45 minute is remarkable, but last half of the movie sadly fizzles. When the tension is prematurely diffused, the final 20 minutes of the film feel like an uneventful wait for the inevitable to happen.

8/10 for the 40 or so minutes of excellence

February 20, 2006|

Domestic Violence in China; Credible Threat?

There’s a school of thought around here that says if you’re a foreigner living in China, you face an ever-present threat presented by jealous and violent Chinese men who outnumber you a million to one.

I’ve been aware of it for more than half a year now but I’ve never kept it in mind because I don’t really believe it to be true. I’ve heard at least half a dozen stories about foreigners getting assaulted outside of clubs or bars as the result of conflict with a group of loud-mouthed Chinese men. The story continues that if the foreigner dares to defend himself from attack, he immediately gets punched in the kidney from behind or struck in the back of the head with a bottle. Even if my own experience doesn’t support these claims, am I encouraging and widening the perceptive gap between our races by not disagreeing?

This question stood on it’s own until two days ago when Jovian and Kensho were attacked on their vacation in Dali. Their vacation south yielded better temperatures and more sunlight than they’ve been used to recently, but possibly also some back luck. Their conflict began in what I’m told is the most common way; a group of Chinese men between Jovian and his Chinese girlfriend Luna in a local bar. When they kept abusing her and didn’t back off, Jovian struck two of them before getting hit in the back of the head with a beer bottle. He’s getting attacked on the floor before he struggles to his feet to see Kensho leaping into the group of thugs to get his own beating; except his is much worse. They retreat into the kitchen of the bar and each of them wield weapons to defend themselves with when the group enters and assails them. They take what they can find: knives. They sit and wait, both bleeding all over the floor from their mutual headwounds. The attack never comes and they go to the hospital after speaking to police.
What really happened in the bar and is that substantial evidence to support the social theory in question? The plural of anecdotal evidence isn’t fact, but maybe this is a trend too common to be entirely disregarded.

I’ve never felt physically threatened anywhere in China. I’ve witnessed fights and been around countless drunk people in almost every corner of the country and have never been threatened. I’ve worked with and talked to plenty of Chinese girls in the presence of the same drunk people, inside and in front of nightclubs and bars, and rarely does anyone not be welcoming enough to say hello. If the lack of scars on my face isn’t indicitave of naivety, then maybe I’m good at staying out of trouble.

February 18, 2006|
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