No Fly Zone

Try packing Apocalypse Now into three minutes. That's what Michael Wallace has attempted in No Fly Zone.

The End by The Doors haunts Flight Lieutenant Marlowe as he wakes in his room, a beach, wherever, amidst torturing flashbacks and images of flying Tornados instead of Huey's - Martin Sheen would be cackling at this. Maybe it's the Gulf War. Who knows?

The thing is, if you've only got three minutes to play with, you better strike an original chord. Wallace doesn't quite. In fact, it's a bit of a duff note.

There's no real emotion in Christian Welsh's acting and, with the exception of a few good close ups, you need more than The Doors' poignant lament to pack a three minute knockout punch. This is a soft jab.