Joey Reichhoff

Flight Risk isn’t just bad—it’s the cinematic equivalent of being stuck in a middle seat next to a crying baby and a guy clipping his toenails. The writing is so horrendous it feels like someone shredded a thriller novel, mixed it with a discarded choose-your-own-adventure draft, and glued it back together with vomit. Wahlberg looks like he lost a bet and had to star in this, droning through his dialogue with the passion of a DMV worker on a Monday. The rest of the cast? Equally lifeless. The cussing lines sound like a middle school kid who just discovered swear words and can’t wait to try them out. This movie wants to be a high-stakes thriller, but it crash-lands into unintentional comedy. I couldn’t wait for it to be over. The only reason I finished it was to brag that I watched the worst movie ever made.

65 is the Temu version of Jurassic park.