It's too bad that Flight of the Living Dead is heading straight to DVD, because it's so obviously a midnight movie. I watched it during the day with a sparse audience at Fantastic Fest, and that's just not right. If you want to see New Line's latest permutation of the Snakes on a Plane formula (this time, if you're bitten you don't stay dead) you need a lively crowd filling a theater at midnight. If everyone's been drinking a little, so much the better. The film does ably deliver what its title promises, in the cheesy way that is the trademark of midnight movies.
I shouldn't have to tell you the storyline, since it doesn't matter and you'll be able to guess it anyway. A flight from the U.S. to Paris contains some top-secret government cargo, and the doctors on the plane who are associated with the cargo are very nervous. When turbulence causes the cargo to pop open, the fun begins. Next thing you know ... zombies on a plane. Every potential plot twist is preceded by hints that a child could guess, and you should be able to figure out who will live the longest after the first 15 minutes. The scenes of crazed zombies overrunning the plane (and believe me, I am spoiling nothing by telling you this) are the best parts of the movie.