Though he generally refuses to travel with passengers after an accident during World War I, 1920s mail pilot Christopher Reeve is forced to transport the owner of the plane’s daughter Roseanna Arquette. The passenger curse holds true when the plane crashes in a remote mountain area. I do enjoy survival films as a form of disaster story. Reeve is quite appealing and dashing as a troubled, early aviator. Arquette is often annoyingly shrill, which at least works early in the film when her character is at her most brattiest. The story itself isn’t particularly remarkable, though the mail pilot theme is unusual.

Unnamed protagonist Wiley Wiggins moves through a lucid, dream-like state experiencing and participating in philosophical conversations on the nature of reality. I can’t say that I really followed most of what was going on in the film or if I even kept engaged throughout. I can’t even say for sure if I’d actually could have seen the film before, but maybe that makes sense with such a topic. I’m not really a fan of philosophical discussions in general, but I did at least dig the fitting insertion of Ethan Hawke and Julie Delphy’s characters from the Before series.

Obsessed with her high school sweetheart Ken Wahl, married Harley Jane Kozak sends her single best friend Elizabeth McGovern to seduce him and then tell her what it was like. The plan of course backfires on everyone involved. It makes no sense that either of these women would be interested in a mulleted Wahl when their other choices were Bill Pullman and Brad Pitt. I had hoped that there would be some twist involving the big hookup but everything in the entire film is played straight and as boringly expected.

Successful talk show host Martin Lawrence travels to Georgia with his Survivor-winning fiancé Joy Bryant and his ten year old son for his parents’ fiftieth wedding anniversary. Once they arrive, it becomes understandable why Martin generally does not visit home as most of his family treats him horribly. That is the way with a lot of families but here it’s played for not really funny laughs. His relationship with his parents, James Earl Jones and Margaret Avery, could have been a good exploration on how people are sometimes too tough on the ones they love, but it barely touches the surface and just makes Jones mean and unpleasant. Showing that he learned from the best, Lawrence turns on his ambitious girlfriend and only has eyes for a high school sweetheart. I liked Michael Clarke Duncan as Martin’s brother, but his family is fat shamed at every possible chance.

Vampire Eddie Murphy travels to Brooklyn in search of a dhampir whose ancestry originates from his native land. Directed by horror pioneer Wes Craven, it’s like a combination of Coming to America and Blackula but nowhere near as funny nor entertaining as either of those films. Angela Bassett as the dhampir/NYPD cop puts a lot of effort into her role, but she seems as unclear as to the tone of the film as the audience is sure to be.