In the first fifteen minutes, the director asks me to believe (and care about) the absolutely most impossibly ridiculous plane crash/survival sequence in history. If you want me to like a film, don't insult me technically, ever. And if you attempt that, give me a reason why. A giant plane nose-dives into the Pacific. It breaks in half. Tom Hanks swims free, unharmed. But there's a jet turbine still menacing on the surface? What? The brain of the plane is dead and sunk. What's spinning this thing? From there, the movie escalates in sheer stupidity. The man risks his life for a basketball. For God's sake.
