Oh so good! I'm fascinated by and adore the bottle film. Those compact and concise corners of greatness throughout the annals of cinema. The days of film yore brought about a healthy number. Having to look no further then this tidbit of awesomeness for a prime example. 'Jet Storm', for me, immediately prompted thoughts of 'Red Eye', 'Phone Booth' and the like. Worthy brethren to a movie that knows how to best utilize its time and minimal locations. Not so much trimmed of fat as built fit and full. Our engaging coterie of characters given the optimal amount of time and space to progress, with not a one left wanting. Each forced to adopt their place in a story riddled with fear, anxiety, regret and untreated pain. It's a thing of beauty when done this well. Brought to life by the sterling work of the actors; their respective authenticity. Cy Endfield's writing and direction, although the latter being fairly workmanlike, succeeds foremost at supporting the players therein. Along with some terrific miniatures and cherry-on-top SFX. And finally, Richard Attenborough knows exactly when to slowly descend, level off and climb to a bit bombast with his performance. His Ernest Tilley is a tortured soul with tunnel vision, and his tragedy is out entertainment. 'Jet Storm' all-round sticks the landing as an engrossing little thriller with wings.
Review of Jet Storm
