
Anyway, the story follows these two as Rachel plans to return to Miami to settle some hotel business that deals with some important guest. She meets Cillian (Jackson Ripner aka Jack the Fart Ripper) and the two seem to hit it off. That is until Rachel's character gets the stomach flu from eating the fish on the plane and gets explosive diarrhea. Cillian tries to get her to make a phone call so it won’t look like he is calling 1-900 numbers on the plane. And thus a twisty, touristy, flatulent adventure occurs.
Now the flick itself has nothing to do about what I just mentioned. In fact, the part I mentioned about Bruce Willis on the run way in Miami shouting Yippee Kay Yea mother f*@ker is all made up. However, I was hoping the movie would be more engaging than it was. While some parts did make my companion and I jump, for some reason it wasn't that intriguing. It didn't help that some asshole behind us had to talk on the cell phone in the middle of the movie and his kids were kicking the back of the seats. But overall, I found the movie less engaging then I wanted. Oh well, I had a good weekend anyway. Overall, I give the movie 2 and a half stars out of 4 for intense head shots and mocha latté explosions.
