The film opens not with a line, but with a fall. As red cabin lights strobe and oxygen hisses, three figures plummet from a cargo jet. A mask is torn away, and the wind reveals a face. This single shot establishes the movie's thesis: identity is not a cage, but a tool.
We meet the Angels: Natalie, the bright tactician; Dylan, the embodiment of raw bravado; and Alex, the engine of cool precisio...
