It's rare indeed these days to see a film that's so bad it's good.

But here's a dilly that runs like a cross between a disaster movie, a serial killer thriler and a panto.

Murderer Ray Liotta, full of pretty-boy charm, is being flown back to justice.

Soon the escorting marshals are killed, Liotta's on the loose and Cinderella hostess Lauren Holly - the pilot's also dead - is flying the plane.

But Liotta, revealed in his true colours as the Demon King, is on to her and, overacting like fury, lures her out of the cabin time and time again even while Prince Charming Ben Cross, at ground control, is trying to talk her down.

'This is bad! This is bad! ' groans Liotta at the advent of another crisis. He's right, too, but the film has a compulsive, hysterical awfulness that will keep you watching.