Kicking and Screaming

Dan Goldwasser Boston

The flight back to Los Angeles was relatively uneventful. That is, if you consider a 2-year old sitting behind you kicking your seat and crying half the time “uneventful”. The movie was something called Jet Lag, which I hadn’t heard of. It looked like something Miramax had decided to dump not straight to video, but rather straight to airplanes. The fact that no dialogue was spoken at all during the trailer was reason enough to avoid it. (Aside from the fact it looked just plain bad.)

I read “Prey”, the Michael Crichton novel that came out last year. It wasn’t great, but it was entertaining enough to pass a significant portion of the flight. I hope they don’t bother to make this one into a movie, but I am pretty sure they inevitably will.