Coming across the title of this flick at Blockbuster, I simply could not pass it up. Its like a horror movie fan's kryptonite. I mean just look at it. If its not one of the best names ever for a horror movie, I don't know what is.
Taking the idea of Snakes on a Plane and multiplying the coolness factor by 10, Flight of the Living Dead involves a zany doctor who is transporting a body that he claims to have been able to reanimate. Guarded by a dude with a machine gun, you know its pretty darn serious. Somehow they get past airport detection (so much for homeland security) and place the Ghostbuster-ish storage contraption in the main cargo hold. The final destination is Paris from L.A. and the doctor is intent on getting it back to his lab and out of the hands of the good ol' goobernment.
The cast of characters run the gamut on this plane: A Tiger Woods style golfer complete with club that he continually obsesses over (again how did this get on the plane?), a foursome of horny couples that want to join the mile high club, a police officer escorting a creepy looking prisoner, and an airplane pilot that is a dead ringer for Peter Graves in Airplane.
So naturally the airplane has to navigate through a thunderstorm and the rockin' and rollin' of the aircraft that ensues is enough to give the holding apparatus a good electrical zip a dee do dah. The zombie escapes from its holding cell and all hell breaks loose.
High on cheese, gore and every zombie cliche in the book, Flight of the Living Dead is an absolute instant classic. The most giddy as a school girl fun I've had watching a horror movie in awhile.
Cortez the Killer