Air Collision is a delicious slice of pure, disaster movie schlock…and I’m talking about the good kind. From frame one, when we first hear about the new A.C.A.T system, which is designed to eliminate human error in the world of air traffic control, we know that the nice, stock characters aboard Americana Blue 23 are as screwed as David Duchovny at an abstinence convention.
No sooner can you say “Urkel”, and Reginald VelJohnson, the dad from Family Matters, is dealing with some awfully serious stuff! A solar storm wipes out the air traffic control system and Air Force One and the passenger jet airliner are locked on a collision course…thus, the ominously accurate title, Collision Course. Damn! Suddenly, old Carl Winslow’s dealings with that pesky Urkel are starting to feel awfully petty. Sheesh!
Air Collision wastes no time in ramping up this pot boiler to a peak tension. it takes your traditional, disaster-themed thriller and breaks it down to it’s most basic elements. The box art touts it as “an action-packed rollercoaster ride of destruction in the tradition of Executive Action and Die Hard 2“, but with probably one-twentieth of the budget, Air Collision barrels forward like a punch-drunk sailor, wasting no time with Hollywood trappings and quickly makes those big-budget movies it’s bitches. Bam! That’s right, Executive Action, you just got served! How you like me now?
Written and directed by Liz Adams, Air Collision crashes on to dvd March 27th. Snag up a copy or two from The Asylum, or regret it for the rest of your life! -Scotch