LimbleKite

I can accept the plane travelling through time. I can accept the visions, the callings, how Cal travels again and returns older. All of that is fine and is what makes the series.

What I can't accept is that back on the ground in the real world the cops are a bunch of incompetent dunderheads.

Earlier in this season, they were chasing Michaela as she sought to get Henry to a safe place. First, the cops knew about Henry before Michaela did, before she had time to go back to the provisional HQ to let Vance know. Yet the cops didn't act on their info until Michaela grabbed Henry and got into her car. The cops sat on the info for a long time, apparently until several doughnut breaks were over. Then suddenly they go after a highly sought-after individual.

Plus, when the cops were chasing Michaela, they were right on her tail. She got away, but the cops never bothered to follow up with her license plate. Too much paperwork to find out who was helping a high-value target get away, it seems.

In this episode, after the bombs go off, Adrian and Angelina are still unaccounted for. Angelina is a murderer and a kidnapper, but instead of going back into the building to look for her and Adrian, everybody just leaves so Adrian can come out, get in his car, drive away, and find Angelina, who they also just let walk away.

This series is full of stuff like this. A lot of effort into the fantastical elements while the real life elements leave you wondering if the plane, in order to grant extra perception to the passengers, had to keep the divine ledgers balanced by removing basic common sense from the rest of the world.

It would be fun if Hollywood would make a movie unlike a thousand others. That is to say, unlike Operation Fortune, a move we have seen over and over with different actors and different scripts. You know, the same old snappy dialog. What passes as witty banter. The nonchalant hip. Baddies can't shoot. Cleavage girl. Lame jokes.

At times simple plot. Then complex plot. Like one minute every computer in the world lays open with all its secrets to the whiz cleavage girl then suddenly to fluff up the flick they need to go in with a USB, sneak past baddies who fortunately all fell asleep and install an app direct on the device. Hack all phones in the universe, send fake messages, block calls. Except when suddenly Jason Statham must get within 50 feet so "we can rely off your phone" or some such other madeup techno gobblegook.

Enters Hugh Grant and if wasn't for him this thing would be a complete waste. As it is, he saves the day with his awesome billionaire portrayal. Good job Mr. Hugh. And Josh Hartnett, too. Kudos. But Statham is Statham, one note, one size, same guy we've seen in lots of flicks, his shtick on the moldy side. Cleavage girl is cleavage girl, same girl with other names that we've seen so many times before because it's a Hollywood rule or something.

And the plot is the same plot that's been done over and over. Spy team rescue, want a vacation, can't have one cause we need you buddy, and then finally okay good job. See you in the sequel.