Our intrepid columnist filed the following report from London:
Airports are strange. If you'll pardon my use of an overwrought phrase: they exist outside our normal conception of time and place. Though terminal 5 at O'Hare is vast and silent at 9:00 PM on a Wednesday, it's not truly dead -- it's just resting.
Aircraft are similarly removed from our frame of reference, albeit in their own fashion. A packed Boeing 777 at 37,000 feet over the Atlantic is a compressed capsule of humanity, with customised rules and a strict societal structure (try getting past that thin curtain that separates the chickens and swine from first class). It'd undoubtedly develop into an William Golding style orgy of gore and violence were it not for a great and ever present pacifier: the seat-back personal entertainment center.
After an instructional safety video wherein the elderly and infirm calmly prepare for impact with a smile, eight movies begin playing simultaneously on various channels. Passengers choose one and commence to watch.
I'd meant to keep a list of what was proffered, but was remiss. I remember two films other than that which I selected, but this should be enough to give you a flavor for the in-flight fare of British Airways: Freaky Friday the recent remake starring Jamie Lee Curtis, and Radio wherein Cuba Gooding Jr. does his best Tom Hanks circa Forrest Gump impersonation.
Assuming the goal is to keep passengers complacent and passive, these are not appropriate selections.
But they redeemed themselves. On channel four, a closed circuit station dedicated to classic cinema, was a 3 x 5 inch screening of The Philadelphia Story with a young Jimmy Stuart, Cary Grant and an angular Katherine Hepburn.
I slouched (insofar as was possible) into my seat and relaxed. No rending of flesh necessary for this flier, I was docile and pleasant. All thanks to the program director for in-flight channel four.
Or perhaps it was the booze. Did you know that they'll give you as many vodka tonics as you want?
Joseph J. Finn / January 16, 2004 12:57 PM
Took a flight from Dublin to Chicago once. I swear, I watched "U-571" three times and "Held Up" with Jamie Foxx and Nia Long twice. It says a lot that "Held Up" was the better movie - but I still wanted to freaking kill the Aer Lingus entertainment staff. If it hadn't been for the Waterford handball team partying to entertain me...