Frankly, all I wanted was to get out of that cockpit. Holy claustrophobia! When they did eventually crack open a window I was about ready to jump out until I realized there were a few minutes left for it to be over. This wasn’t a terrible movie for what feels like such a dated premise but it just wasn’t for me.

Let’s be real here, most of our parents wouldn’t be able to even log in to our computer or phone so we’d be screwed there, and it’s a shame cause my mom would’ve had a pretty good time going down my endless internet rabbit hole, I’m getting a kick out of just imagining her finding my old livejournal or tumblr, there’s many hours of cringe entertainment right there that would make any mother proud of their dumbass little shithead. The world needs more John Cho movies.

This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.

This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.