Filmmaker Robert Zemeckis has always had a knack for staging white-knuckle set pieces involving free-falling aircrafts, and the disaster that launches this drama is a doozy. However Flight is not really about flying; this is a story of the self-destructive lengths people will go to in order to save their soul.
Despite Washington going the full nine yards ugly-wise, there’s little to distinguish this from other entries in the ‘cinema of addiction’ genre. Flight doesn’t quite soar past its narrative limitations. There’s plenty of virtuosity to go around here, just precious little transcendence.