A woman awakes in the night screaming!! “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!” She says! She calls someone on the phone! A man, in bed, reaches across his lady’s sleeping form and answers a rotary phone. “Someone’s going to die, I seen it!” screams the lady. “Go back to sleep you drunken old bag!” hisses the man on the other end and rudely hangs up his receiver. “Who was that at this hour?” asks his squeeze. “Our star for the commercial we’re filming tomorrow” he mumbles, getting his hairy torso back under the sheets. “I think she’s drunker than Cooter Brown and probably taking some downers. Don’t worry about her.” As this particular scene sets and the two actors drift off to acting sleep, she thinks to herself, “Cooter Brown…?”

Back to the original character. She lights a cigarette and we see flashbacks of her dreams or visions or whatever they called them in the early 80s. There are people all over the place, dead ones, and there are body parts everywhere and someone has put a lot of their money into this film. Lots of extras and lots of blood and lots of wreckage of some sort and we know from the log line or blurb about the movie that there’s been a plane crash and there’s only been one survivor and his weakness is water so how can he take a shower or drink anything but it’s this lady, sitting there in her fully intact TWA or Braniff plane seat, staring death in the fucking face:

… but it’s only a vision remember! Who is this mystery woman in the plaid?? As it turns out, she’s the production manager or something of that very same commercial we talked about earlier and death is coming to get her because she was supposed to die on that plane that loaded actress knows something about her but no one will believe her because she’s a stinking drunk! “I see dead people!” she cries. “I know things..” she whispers. “Please believe me. “Pish,” says our lead, blowing her off. “Don’t talk that jive.” and goes about her business, trying to avoid what her handsome doctor calls ‘survivor’s guilt’ Hey!

Honestly, I thought this movie was pretty good. I fully realize that my personal opinion of what’s good and not good is probably a lot different than a bunch of other folks’ but this was better than a lot of the shit I watch and I wonder why I’d never heard of it before. I’m way too fucking lazy to go looking too hard into the technical specs of anything I watch, really, but I thought whoever DP-d this thing did a really good job – lots of good framing and tracking and some of those roll the camera backwards to do a reveal of this or that in the front shots. I liked the lead’s friend actress and character – she seemed like a real person and not just some dumb throw away. Maybe that’s not the best way to explain myself but that’s how it goes I guess.

I’m also no film historian and I remember what I remember so I’m sure this isn’t the first time this escaping death topic was ever approached but I liked what they were doing here even if the whole concept kind of changed there towards the end for some reason, maybe those dead people were getting impatient or something? I don’t know – this was a lot better (to me) than just some cheap ass movie someone in California shit out for a few bucks one weekend. Haha that reminds me of that old saying: “if you put your hand back there enough times, one of these days you’ll have already shit yourself!” Hahahaha lol omfg

But really, if you’re into some light horror with some decent looking visuals, curious story anomalies, a random strip poker sequence for some nudity and a guy that looks like It Rubs The Lotion On The Skin guy, you might just be in luck. I mean I don’t think this will change your life or anything. I don’t think you’ll fall in love or realize your dreams, but hey it’s not too bad. Will you draw up a recipe for a food dish that will be featured on some sort of cooking competition and elicit the fame you’ve been searching for since your developmental child years? I doubt it. Will it stir you to help organize a revolution against an oppressive regime; the organization that’s hoarding the treasures and gold of the people, squashing any hope of prosperity or longevity for the families that have worked the land for generations? That might be a stretch. But you never know just what might hit you! Maybe you will be inspired to finish the third act of that play that’s been sitting in your desk drawer for years and you’ll finally secure an agent who will fly you to New York to meet with the people who want to produce it and you’ll notice the wife has enormous feet which will strike you as extremely odd but – even though they talk at you but won’t look you in the eyes – they want to make your play happen because they’re in debt to the tune of one million dollars and they need a hit goddammit a sure fire hit that will get asses in seats or else everyone involved is going to be in deep shit and maybe you included so we better make this one work! And maybe, just maybe, while you’re there in New York, you’ll be able to say, politely, “no thank you” to a distinguished lady holding a basket full of, and offering you, fresh laid eggs from her hen barn in New Jersey.

FILED UNDER: STRIP POKER AND NOT SO BAD AND I LIKED THAT BIT WHEN THE LADY SLID INTO THE POOL BUT IT MADE NO FUCKING SENSE WHY THE DEAD PROPLE JUST STARTED KILLING LIVING PEOPLE WHEN I FIGURED THEY WERE SUPPOSED TO BE KILLING THAT SURVIVOR LADY, THE ONE FROM THE TOP OF THIS POST AND I THOUGHT THAT ONE CHICK WITH THE BRACES WAS SUPER CUTE