There’s not a more poignant reminder of flying’s innate precariousness than a good walloping at 35,000 feet. It’s easy to picture the airplane as a helpless dinghy caught unawares in a stormy sea. Everything about it seems dangerous. Except that, in all but the rarest circumstances, it’s not. For all intents and purposes, a plane cannot be flipped upside-down, thrown into a tailspin, or otherwise flung from the sky by even the mightiest gust or air pocket. Conditions might be annoying and uncomfortable, but the plane is not going to crash.
Good to know. That’s just one of the many interesting things in this Salon article about the plane that crashed this week. Or, I should say, allegedly crashed. For all we know it may have broken in half and landed on a mysterious island somewhere in the middle of the Atlantic, with survivors now trying to fight their way through jungles and smoke monsters and polar bears while some Other island inhabitants stalk them. They very well may be Lost!
By the way, I just happened to watch a movie on cable the other night called “Flightplan.” All of my goodwill toward Jodie Foster slipped away while viewing this disaster. Annoying film. Everyone on that plane needed to be punched, Peter Saaaarrrrrrssssgard included. Didn’t Foster just make this film a few years earlier, called “Panic Room”?
Last night I watched “Taken,” the revenge fantasy hit. Entertaining, sure. Moments of cheese sprinkled in butÂ have to admit I laughed when Liam Neeson kept kicking people’s asses. They had it coming, so it felt good. Normally I’d give it two and a half stars but in Netflix’s half-starless world I am forced to up it to three. And so that’s my movie round-up for today.