I’ll cut to the chase: I’ve had a great time with ‘Hidden passenger’, a cross between war and fantasy cinema as simple and pragmatic as at the same time captivating and highly effective. It is not easy to stay so much in the air with so little, and survive a flight during which we hardly get out of a rickety fighter plane haunted by the ghosts of World War II. A delight for anyone who gets on board, on an air journey that will delight airline passengers such as ‘Con Air’.
‘Hidden passenger’ it’s kind of an extended episode of ‘At the limits of reality’ that during a good part of its footage refers to ‘Buried’ by Rodrigo Corts, with a Chlo Grace Moretz as dedicated to the cause as Ryan Reynolds was in that one. A kind of ‘Overlord’ without so many ties or industrial qualms. A clear and vocational pulp and series B entertainment that surprises for its good workmanship, but also for its fine-tuning of an idea that, after all, makes it not so … ridiculous?
That it even seems to make all the sense in the world, there, I don’t know how many thousand feet above the ground. You have to fuck him. Or ovaries. I do not know if it is the word, nor if it pays to value a movie as ‘Hidden passenger’ in the same terms as movies like ‘Life imprisonment’. Not because they don’t speak the same language, but because of the shamelessness with which he turns his shame into pride. From the script to the direction through a soundtrack that not by chance, refers to the golden age of VHS.
‘Hidden passenger’ She does not seek your respect, but rather that you hug her like a baby hugs and clings to a stuffed animal at night. Pure evasive and socio-festive instinct. For example ‘Free Fire’A steady, graceful forward flight that drowns out any possible resentment or reluctance by the determination with which it pulls forward. Always forward, without hesitation. Without fear or shame. During 70-odd hectic minutes in which it all comes down to just one thing: Letting yourself be carried away.
By Juan Pairet Iglesias
@Wanchopex
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