"Seriously. How did this get made? It's like Tom & Jerry!"
In this weak attempt to combine disaster movies with homicidal maniac movies, Ray Liotta plays just an absolute loon. He seems mellow enough, but he's not. This movie may stand as the only one I've ever seen that has not ONE subplot. It's just Ray screaming and chasing pretty Lauren Holly up one side of a plane and down the other.The tedium settles in after the first five minues. Psycho is caught and needs to be transported out of state on a commercial airline. I think they tried to explain why it had to be a commercial flight, but there was so much plot that I got confused. So Ray breaks out, kills some people and starts a'chasin.
You may wonder how this could fill 90 minutes. I did too before I saw it. (And I still do now, actually.) I vaguely remember Hector Elizondo's bald head somewhere in there. Also, a special thanks to the producers of Turbulence for giving some work to Catherine Hicks. Such a brilliant actress.
Turbulence represents the lowest results of what Die Hard hath wrought. It's obvious that not one creative idea went into this movie. It would be insulting if the movie weren't squarely aimed at idiots.
Director Robert Benton adds another distinguished film to his body of work. Turbulence will fit right in next Underground Aces, Up the Creek, and he should be back doing TV pilots again soon. OK, he did direct a lot of old Moonlighting episodes, yeah, but we're talking about movies here. And this movie is thinner than Kate Moss at a cracker convention.I'm not saying action movies have to be anything brilliant. But don't just throw some actors in an airplane and call it a movie. Turbulence is like chicken soup minus the chicken.