Happy Flight |
Anyway, the plot. A flight to Honolulu gets diverted to Guam due to inclement weather, with engine trouble compounding the trouble, caused by a mid-air collision with a vaguely Mexican Superman look-alike. Meanwhile inside the plane snakes have escaped from the hold, and the cabin crew, upon discovering that there's a shortage of poultry, turn Rambo (Shirts kept on) and try to catch the serpents before dinnertime.
OK, I made that up, but you should have noticed. As for what really happens: trainee pilot Suzuki (Pictured above) gets Spock... ah, Captain Harada as his evaluator, while newbie stewardess Saitou draws the 'tyrant' Chief Purser Yamazaki.
Unbelievably perky. Manic Pixie Dream Girl, perhaps? |
Genuinely Impressed. |
There's also some focus on other aspects of the industry- who would have known that airports hire 'bird men' to scare birds away from the planes by firing blanks? Then there's the technical staff, whose work has a higher level of danger than we'd normally suspect- I wouldn't be surprised if many developed Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder (Did I keep all my tools? Yeah, they're all there. Wait, did I really put everything back?).
The festival brochure classified Happy Flight as a comedy, and it is, though it's not really of the 'stomach bursting, guffaw inducing' variety. It's more on the level of involuntary giggles and 'aww, ain't that cute?' moments, though that might just be me being stiff as usual.
Mark Schilling over at The Japan Times Online says it 'lacks laughs because its jokes are mainly for insiders'. Well, what's wrong with a change of perspective? Movies aren't just for people to relate to, but help in allowing outsiders to see what goes on in an area they normally wouldn't be able to visit. So what if the movie focuses on the snazzy pilots and charming stewardesses. Who cares about 'the human cattle in economy'? I've had enough experience being just that, and I really don't need to watch another movie just to remind me of how cramped and tiring flying Economy is.
....and for the record, I'm really glad the director decided to spare us the trauma of having to listen to bawling babies. Sitting in a large cinema hall with plenty of leg space and smuggled food, giggling occasionally, without having to bother about turbulence, skin drying up, and whatnot, I felt like I was flying first class. Speaking relatively, of course.
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