That is perhaps the closest scene to what viewers are expecting from this movie, with its trailer full of so much ominous, swelling music and Inception brawmps. The actual movie is decidedly slower paced, with the few real thrills -- precarious footing alongside a cliff, a mountain lion -- piecemealed together in that preview to make this seem like something of an action-adventure movie or harrowing tale of survival. It never achieves harrowing, really -- though, god, does everything that happens to them suck.
Instead, The Mountain Between Us leans heavily into the potential romance between Alex and Ben. Alex is the everywoman, carefree but not immaturely so, smart, inquisitive. When the tail end of the plane is ripped off in the crash, Alex cries out, "The dog! The dog!" and grabs hold of his collar. She is you. Ben is prickly and British and a handsome doctor, the rom-com archetype you'd want to fall for. (No disrespect to Alex's fiancé in wait.) He relies on logic, she follows her intuition. He is brains, she's heart. They are an odd couple with a mountain between them (and many, many mountains between them and civilization).
As Alex and Ben, Winslet and Elba have an easy, amiable chemistry, the kind that tends to lead to something more in movies like this. (I can't be the only one who, after seeing the trailer, assumed they were going to do it on that mountain.) It starts as a shared dry humor and mutual appreciation of each other's banter and survival skills; however, it's a shame that, in order to see his MacGyvering, she must play the damsel in distress a few times too many. (To her credit, Winslet does play comatose very well, and the convincingness with which she can "wake up" onscreen is why she's an Oscar-winning actress.)