Andy Irvine

Not sure how to rate this. It's an ultra-low quality film which, in terms of what it set out to achieve, fails miserably. The plane crash (I hope I'm not giving away too much of the plot here) is conveyed to the audience principally by means of horrified expressions on bystanders' faces, plus a little flame-coloured lighting. Needless to say, the tension is non-existent.

However, it does have a redeeming feature. It's unintentionally hilarious. Minimalist special effects aside, the dubbed English dialogue is dreadfully stilted, well beyond the point at which a soap opera script editor would blanch, and the scene in which the, er, hunky guy picks up the love interest by means of his sexy whistling (honestly) is a golden moment in cinema history.

Get many, many beers in and enjoy.