The film pulls you into its world, turns you a passive participant. You can feel the desperation of the passengers and as they run to the cockpit...

What might be therapeutic for the families is not perhaps meant for public consumption. After all, few things are more private than the last minutes of a life.

This is first-rate, visceral filmmaking: taut, watchful, free of false histrionics, as observant of the fear in the young terrorists' eyes as the hysteria in the passenger cabin, and smart enough to know this material doesn't need to be sensationalized.

It’s hard to imagine a less sensationalized 9/11 film.