Hany Abu-Assad (2017)
Storms have zero sympathy, and those left stranded by them revert to rash measures. Alex has an aisle to walk down tomorrow, a bride traveling abroad to capture images for magazines. Ben has an operating room to step into tomorrow. Both, a full country away from their destinations. The stakes of love and live are tussled by rough weather that ground their commercial aircraft taxi.
Alex's connections in the photojournalism world lead her to a shady private hanger off of the tarmac. Her eavesdropping on Ben's flight desk pleading has roped him into this under-the-table fare. Some phony brand of fate has linked them in this cramped fuselage.
The rogue pilot, Walter, has an arrogant charm that makes more promises than any one person can keep. A musky air of foreboding fills the cabin and his dog serves as impromptu flight attendant. The homey feel of the twin turbine bird frees Alex's spirit, but Ben is preoccupied with the 10-year-old life that will be in his hands sooner than expected.
Disaster cradles the plane and brings it to a premature landing. Casualties are quickly calculated, and now the events of the passenger maybe postponed indefinitely. A surgeon begins to work overtime, and a photographer starts collecting obituary shots.
As diverse of a pairing as possible, Alex and Ben become representatives of anatomical powers. Ben speaks for the brain and the logical capacities that studies survival with cold calculation. Alex champions the heart and the gut instincts that account for intangible breaks of fortune.
Their perspectives grow more inline as their stomach deplete and their temperature plummets. Soon they find peaceful coffins in themselves, and turn to affection to warm their blistered souls. Strangers transform into confidants, and final amendments spew out over strategic cuddling.
Death binds us much more effectively than love. Love only works when all is well. When existence teeters on a cliff ledge, the nearest soul becomes your strongest passion. This compassion is cooked with anger and resentment, cooled with finality and surrender. A sensual secret is buried in the mountains and you have to taste death to discover it.
Storms have zero sympathy, and those left stranded by them revert to rash measures. Alex has an aisle to walk down tomorrow, a bride traveling abroad to capture images for magazines. Ben has an operating room to step into tomorrow. Both, a full country away from their destinations. The stakes of love and live are tussled by rough weather that ground their commercial aircraft taxi.
Alex's connections in the photojournalism world lead her to a shady private hanger off of the tarmac. Her eavesdropping on Ben's flight desk pleading has roped him into this under-the-table fare. Some phony brand of fate has linked them in this cramped fuselage.
The rogue pilot, Walter, has an arrogant charm that makes more promises than any one person can keep. A musky air of foreboding fills the cabin and his dog serves as impromptu flight attendant. The homey feel of the twin turbine bird frees Alex's spirit, but Ben is preoccupied with the 10-year-old life that will be in his hands sooner than expected.
Disaster cradles the plane and brings it to a premature landing. Casualties are quickly calculated, and now the events of the passenger maybe postponed indefinitely. A surgeon begins to work overtime, and a photographer starts collecting obituary shots.
As diverse of a pairing as possible, Alex and Ben become representatives of anatomical powers. Ben speaks for the brain and the logical capacities that studies survival with cold calculation. Alex champions the heart and the gut instincts that account for intangible breaks of fortune.
Their perspectives grow more inline as their stomach deplete and their temperature plummets. Soon they find peaceful coffins in themselves, and turn to affection to warm their blistered souls. Strangers transform into confidants, and final amendments spew out over strategic cuddling.
Death binds us much more effectively than love. Love only works when all is well. When existence teeters on a cliff ledge, the nearest soul becomes your strongest passion. This compassion is cooked with anger and resentment, cooled with finality and surrender. A sensual secret is buried in the mountains and you have to taste death to discover it.
final words:
PROXIMITY IS LORD