Sky Fighter

The scouts

The amnesia-and-possession setup is pure genre boilerplate—a premise I've seen assembled in a thousand streaming pilots—but Kendall's refusal to let us know whose side we're on until the very last moment is genuinely unsettling in a way that makes the familiar feel like a trap.

A taut exercise in Hitchcockian doubt that knows exactly how to pace paranoia through editing and sound design; Kendall positions this squarely in the lineage of claustrophobic psychological thrillers, executed with the formal discipline that separates a short from a sketch.

The film's entire architecture hinges on a single performance choice—the copilot's face remaining unreadable, never tipping toward either savior or saboteur—and that restraint, that refusal to perform certainty, is what transforms a fifteen-minute B-movie premise into something that actually matters.

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