Never Spielberg’s forte, the romance unfortunately feels false, too removed from the movie’s menacing undertow. Half the world, it seems, is to some extent trapped in an airport. Wearing his heart on the sleeve of a new Hugo Boss suit, he woos listless, man-troubled stewardess Zeta-Jones, who is drawn to his honesty, failing to register this curious person as anything more than a frequent flier. Less effective, though, is Navorski’s role as romancer. It’s a brilliant deception, forcing us to confront the rash judgement that all English-deficient travellers are basically idiots. Navorski must live by his wits or go under, and in the slow churn of Hanks’ expert performance lies the movie’s substance, a subtle process of unpeeling a goofball tourist, located somewhere between Charlie Chaplin and Andy Kaufman, to reveal a singular man of purpose direct, noble, irrepressible, and so very un-American. Yet this graceful satire feels more in touch with The Shawshank Redemption, where the looming prison boasts its own sushi bars and Borders superstore, but is every bit as repressive. It makes you think of Cast Away, while the posters, with their lone journeyman Hanks, recall the sap and charm of Forrest Gump. The plot itself is loose-limbed, a vague blend of quest (to get out of the damn airport), survival and romance. This is a post-millennial fable about how the world really kinda sucks. Yes, The Terminal is funny, romantic and sentimental, but inside Spielberg’s purpose-built airport lounge, an open-plan cathedral of endless flux, he’s channelling both Capra and Kafka. Well, Sleepless At Gate 67 it ain’t.įor Steven Spielberg, in later career, is having a whale of a time mixing up his native crowdpleasing with a caustic independent spirit. You might be thinking it’s another splashy romantic comedy with Tom Hanks back on home turf, goofing off in a funny accent and lifting those puppy-dogs in the direction of brittle, lovely Catherine Zeta-Jones. Visiting hours had ended three hours before.You may have got the wrong idea about The Terminal. He had left his street clothes in his room – he probably couldn’t get out wearing those, either. But how?īenson must have know that he could never get out of the hospital in his bathrobe. He was fully capable of planning to leave, then listening at the door, hearing the cop and the nurse discuss going for cigarettes – and then making his escape in a manner of minutes. In the initial psychological testing at the NPS, his abbreviated WAIS I.Q. His computer work was outstanding in a field where many intelligent men worked. Everyone tended to forget that Benson was also brilliant. To the hospital staff, he was a diseased man, unhappy, dangerous, borderline psychotic. To the cops, Benson was a criminal charged with assault, one of the hundreds of querulous types they saw each day. It was a fact that they all tended to forget. The room was silent as she turned, and went to bring in Benson. But he is still technically awaiting arraignment on charges of assault and battery.” His operation is scheduled for tomorrow and we have persuaded the police to release him in our custody. “Before I bring him in,” she said, “I think I should add that yesterday afternoon he attacked a gas-station attendant and beat the man rather badly. And he was scheduled for a stage-three surgical procedure, which we will discuss today.” He was therefore a stage two – drug-resistent ADL syndrome. Benson showed no improvement on any drug or combination of drugs. “One month ago, drug trials of morladone, para-amino benzadone, and triamiline were concluded.
The hospital intervened slightly on his behalf. The victim was a twenty-four-year-old topless dancer, who later dropped charges. “Three months ago, Benson was arrested on charges of assault and battery.
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He was started on a series of drug trials. He was told that the syndrome was well-studied and could be controlled. He was told he had injured his brain in the automobile accident and, as a result, had an illness that produced “thought seizures” – seizures of the mind, not the body, leading to loss of inhibitions and violent acts. “The patient is an intelligent man,” she said, “and his illness was explained to him. She paused to get her breath and let the audience absorb what she had told them.
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