![]() The terrorists are diverting the plane? That means it may well be daylight when they land wherever they’re now headed, which is an issue for our creature-of-darkness heroine. ![]() ![]() This is a locked box thriller with the tension relying on clever reversals and the careful revelation of key information. If that sounds like fun, dive on in this German/UK co-production might run a little longer than strictly necessary but is rarely less than thoroughly entertaining.ĭirector Peter Thorwarth, who co-wrote the script with Stefan Holtz, makes the most of the film’s central conceit. So, there’s your high concept right there: maternal vampire on a transatlantic flight battles both ruthless terrorists and her own bloodthirsty instincts, trying not to snack on the other passengers or her own kid. Which is a terrible mistake, as we quickly discover that Nadja is a vampire. One of them, the psychopathic Eightball (a wonderfully theatrical Alexander Scheer, who has a long career ahead of him playing this kind of bad guy, if he wants it), guns Nadja down. Things go awry when the plane is hijacked by a gang of Die Hard-style Eurotrash villains led by Australia’s own Dominic Purcell. He, dutiful boy, is handling most of the travel arrangements, including checking in at the airport. She’s suffering from some kind of disease - cancer, judging by her bare scalp - and is off to undergo treatment. In detail, widowed mother Nadja (Peri Baumeister) and her young son Elias (Carl Anton Koch) are on a night flight from Germany to New York City. It’s Snakes on a Plane with vampires, for Christ’s sake - what’s not to love? I have no fucking idea what’s going on with the middling reviews showing up on the critical aggregators - this movie is a blast. So, if you’re a horror fan, get onto Blood Red Sky, which just landed on Netflix. It’s just that, a lot of the time and for a lot of the audience, a good story well told within their preferred genre is what’s gonna hit the spot on a Friday evening. Which is not to discount ambitious failures - some of my favorite flicks are wild reach-for-the-stars misfires. A lack of pretention plus a command of craft can yield much better results than a big ambitious swing that misses. There’s something to be said for a film that knows exactly what it is and fulfills its remit to the level best of its ability.
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