starring Denzel Washington, Don Cheadle, Kelly Reilly, Melissa Leo
screenplay by John Gatins
directed by Robert Zemeckis
by Bill Chambers We open on a dingy little hotel room. It's hard to say what the night before was, but this is definitely a "morning after." A beautiful woman (Nadine Velazquez) emerges from bed, fully nude. There's another warm body there, a man, churning and groaning awake beneath the covers. He stirs to take a phone call from an ex-wife about child support while the woman gets dressed, unfazed. Finally the man, Whip (Denzel Washington), wills himself out of bed to sip his morning coffee, or in this case, to take a giant toot of cocaine. The film then cuts to him at work--he's an airline pilot. It's a sickly funny reveal unavoidably ruined by the trailer, the commercials, even the poster image of Washington in uniform, but what's fascinating is how the joke now works in reverse: The audience starts tittering in disbelief the moment Whip is introduced, since they already know what he does for a living.