10 eccentric people wake up on an airplane mid flight to find out all of the other passengers have vanished. Luckily, a pilot is among the 10 people and he lands the plane at the airport. Big problem though, there's nobody in the airport. Food and drink are tasteless. There is no electricity and the weather remains the same. However, they hear a noise like radio static which gets louder and louder. They decide to fly away from the noise. Speculation begins that they have flown through a time rip and they must load the plane up with fuel to fly back through it. The plane has no fuel but everyone joins together to empty a standing plane of its oil into their own plane. There is a mad man called Craig on the run who is flagrantly psychotic and our survivors have to deal with him summoning up the Langoliers - black monsters that eat time. Our survivors have to fly the plane back through the time rip, whilst resolving their relationships with one another and evading those pesky Langoliers. There is a sacrifice to be made among the survivors but the ending is hopeful. The Langoliers is a novella from King's 1990 collection Four Minutes Past Midnight. In his novella, King manages to cram enough action, characterisation and frights as he does into his usual 700 page epics. I have to say, I really, really like this work from King. The characters are diverse and very interesting in their personalities and interaction with each other. But it is the Langoliers themselves which take centre stage with their menacing approach and appearance. They are very, very scary and our survivors only escape them in the nick of time. King presents to us in the airport a frightening limbo land where everything is in stasis, just waiting for the Langoliers to eat them up. The relief that we are back into time at the end is massive. If you haven't read this and you are a King fan, check it out pronto.
My first film watched was Carrie aged 2 on my dad's knee. Educated at The University of St Andrews and Trinity College Dublin. Fan of Arthouse, Exploitation, Horror, Euro Trash, Giallo, New French Extremism. Weaned at the bosom of a Russ Meyer starlet. The bleaker, artier or sleazier the better!