A jetliner with 130 souls on board crashes in the jungles of Venezuela, so far off its flight plan that no one is ever likely to find the survivors. They must shift for themselves. It's an old premise that can still work given the proper treatment but this made-for-TV movie -- originally a pilot for a projected series -- is so tired and lifeless that it can't even qualify as "fun." Those with nothing better to do can watch a cast of left-overs and washed-ups and might-have-beens traipse around an utterly unconvincing jungle, engaging in the hokiest of subplots and back-stories, but even this barely-better-than-nothing activity quickly wears thin. Richard Egan plays the flight's captain but if you're hoping to see him take his shirt off, you will be disappointed. Even in the jungle, his uniform shirt remains white, crisp, tidy, and buttoned up.
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