Passenger 57

Wesley Snipes vs The Rane Of Terror. Or should that be our Pain at the Terror? Of all the Die Hard clones there have been, and there have been many! Passenger 57 may just be the worst. The story follows Wesley Snipes' airline security expert John Cutter, who whilst undertaking a flight to L.A. gets embroiled in a hostage takeover led by evil bad man with a troubled childhood, Charles Rane. Cue quips, kicks and death defying tricks as Cutter strikes one for the good guys. Kevin Hooks' film works well enough on a very basic actioner level, due in the main to Snipes. Snipes was six years away from his signature role in Blade, and for sure he is a bona fide action star. As evidenced here, he has the charisma and body motions to carry the film thru its turgid script. It's a script that smacks of the writers sitting round a table and suggesting they put Snipes in a number of tricky situations and used that as an excuse for him to beat the crappola out of everyone. Oh and lets not forget the forced love story waiting to happen as well. Ultimately it's just a lazy film that is the cash in that many realised it was upon its release. Bruce Payne manfully tries to make the unbalanced Charles Rane truly evil, but doesn't succeed. Liz Hurley, goddess of womanhood that she is, looks uncomfortable holding a gun, while leading lady Alex Datcher is hopelessly out of her depth. While the youthful looking Tom Sizemore and Bruce Greenwood also appear - but both are throwaway characters that you end up wishing we had had more of. Stanley Clarke's score is abysmal, it's the sort of score one expects to hear in a soft core porno movie - you know the kind where the protagonists are making love but they still have their underwear on! Yes that kind. Poor plotting, poor scripting and just about poor in technical execution. I don't ask much of the action genre, I really don't, but at least give the film some soul from which to entertain the popcorn masses. 3/10 for Snipes' fighting and Liz Hurley's legs.

“Cutter” (Wesley Snipes) is grieving the death of his wife as he travels on an aircraft that finds itself hijacked by the dastardly “Rane” (Bruce Payne) and his henchmen - including one of the hostesses with the mostest. What “Rane” hadn’t factored in as he makes outrageous demands of “Atlantic International” is that the mourning “Cutter” is head of security for this very airline and is no slouch when it comes to demonstrating his ninja skills at thirty thousand feet! What now ensues sees some acrobatic antics at altitude and on the ground as the story follows predicable lines from start to finish. Snipes is fine as an action hero, but he is best left with a few lines as possible because this dialogue is way more of his enemy here than the floppy-haired Payne could ever hope to be. It has a few goes at a denouement, on the tarmac, on the plane, and even in a fairground but there’s not the slightest hint of jeopardy as this, admittedly quite quickly paced, drama goes through the motions. It passes the time, but is little more than a vehicle for a star who hasn’t the charisma of Eddie Murphy to pull this off, and it’s disappointingly join-the-dots.