This new jet liner is supposed to fly from L.A. to Australia in like two hours, but there's an accident and it ends up in outer space instead! It's a ridiculous idea with tons of hilarious potential (See! Barney Miller sucked out an airlock! See! Freddy Krueger decompress and explode! See! The cop from The Rockford Files walk outside for a smoke and get crushed by falling debris!) but in the end only six people die, and five of them buy it in one fell swoop. It's all completely lame- they even half-ass the mandatory "landing the plane" scene at the end. It's like "I can't land the plane! Oh, wait, yes I can. Forget I said anything." It is hysterical how they send the space shuttle up there multiple times to bring people back, like it was just some bus that can gas up and launch with no preparation whatsoever, but the absolute best thing about this movie is the pilot's wife. I wish she would've gotten more face time, because she had all the dumbest, funniest lines: "What ever happened to cotton candy?" she asks over breakfast, in an completely incomprehensible bid to make some sort of point. Later, she tells her husband "I really don't care much for beautiful women." Well, at least she can't be accused of self-loathing. Ha ha! Seriously though, she's nothing to look at.