“the first twenty minutes almost lost me, everyone's mumbling and the camera's flopping around like it's on the plane too and i thought oh no here we go. but then it locks into that one enclosed cabin set and just refuses to let you breathe and suddenly i'm gripping the armrest of my own couch like i paid for a seat on flight 298. tom brittney does this thing where he stays the reasonable guy for way too long and it works on you, you start doubting what you're seeing right along with him. is it as fresh as it thinks it is? no, you can feel the twilight zone and a certain 1979 spaceship movie breathing down its neck. but 85 minutes of tinfoil-hat paranoia curdling into something with tentacles is exactly my idea of a tuesday and i'm not gonna pretend otherwise”
