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Movies are often used to give us "soft disclosure" about what is really going on in the world. This movie is about how a criminal agency has control of the airplanes and uses this control to try to crash a commercial plane into Air Force One. Everyone who is truly involved seems frantic to help but completely helpless to make any impact throughout the whole movie, until the very end when "Milani", the president's daughter, does much to save the day by disabling the control. Remember this movie was made in 2012. Also Cleveland's lead air traffic controller gets hold of an analog radio system from the airport museum to contact the commercial plane. The black actors in this movie have all the authority and brains in this movie. The white actors are mostly blessed with very little innate intelligence of any kind and constantly look to the black actors for support and guidance. It was written this way, but if you accept it, it works. Many white guys are constantly getting into pointless fistfights with each other, and are self-centered with little insight or compassion. If you overlook all of these things, the point of the movie is still there - to demonstrate how this control can be used to destroy Air Force One no matter what anybody does. After all, the way this was finally resolved was already proven to be 99.99% impossible. And we can be sure that such a program is already alive and running for someone to use at any time.

This one had me laughing until the pie fight at the end. I was sorry to see it end that way. I thought the adult participation was very amusing and expressed the way the people would really feel about each other if this had been produced in real life. It was very natural and personal. You don't see natural man to man interactions any more. The scenes with the men dressed as animals were irresistible. The children acted like children would at that time, too - it was all very believable. And the lady in charge of this drama was the perfect spinster librarian type everyone liked to ridicule, only no more nor less than she, too, would have been in real life. The mothers were also very motherly and warm and attached to their children. I could relate to them - far more than I can relate to the mothers I meet today, most of whom seem to feel very little for their children. I feel a very warm affection for the time when family love was still so much a part of people's lives.