A hotel manager on a red eye flight sits beside a creep and finds herself the lynchpin of his pretty harebrained assassination plot, in this Wes Craven thriller that doesn't make much of the potential of its midflight setting - couldn't the creep just have staked out the hotel or intercepted the hotel manager in, say, a taxi instead?
★★☆☆☆
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