Robert Schwentke

Germanian.

Flightplan (2005) -- A first draft of a script that actually made it through to the end of filming. The movie starts with the premise that Jodi Foster takes a nap on an enormous two-story plane and wakes up to find her (very annoying) daughter missing... and that, apparently, the daughter never boarded the plane to begin with. We're meant to wonder: Is she crazy? Did someone take her? Something with ghosts? And, okay, so far so average, but whatever. This, however, is when the stupidity really begins. Jodi Foster spends about half an hour or more just running around the plane (forcing us to do a little more than suspend our disbeliefs) and annoying everyone (especially the audience), looking like the crazy lady she is, whether the daughter is there or not. Turns out, it's a cockamamie terrorist plot involving kidnapping that doesn't make any sense no matter how you look at it. Even if you like Jodi Foster, she does nothing in this movie but make tense faces and whisper quietly. In the end, she kills a man and gets away with it, by the way. Why? Because this is one those movie that preaches the gospel that you can do anything you like as long as you do it in the name of your dumb-ass "family."