The Terminal is terminal

I saw the movie “The Terminal” last night. It stars Tom Hanks and is directed by Steven Spielberg. The previews made it look really good and some of my family and friends had said they liked it. So we went to see it.

My gosh it was awful. I mean really awful. The only redeeming thing in the movie is Tom Hanks who, once again, is good in his role. Catharine Zeta-Jones is supposed to be the “love interest” but the first real time the audience gets to meet her she is being cancelled on by her boyfriend so he can spend time with his wife. She is reduced to tears. We’re supposed to feel sorry for this tramp? She’s messing around w/ a married man. From that point on, I had no sympathy. The only way I could have had any sympathy for her was is she truly realized how screwed up her life was and decided to change. She laments later on that she’s 39 and single. Well, no crap. You’re without a soul. Good men don’t marry soul-less women.

And the movie drags on. One of the subplots that could have been good fell flat (big surprise). A food service worked has a crush on one of the female Customs officers. Hanks’ character interacts w/ her daily so the food service agent barters food to Hanks for information about this girl. And for about 10 minutes, spanning many days in the movie, Hanks gets more and more information on the girl by asking her questions. He passes that information on to the guy. Then that whole plot disappears for 40 minutes. Then, the guy comes up to Hanks and asks him to give an engagement ring to the girl. She instantly says yes and they get married. What the heck?

I asked Angela, who I went with, in the middle of the movie “What the heck am I watching?”

I’m still wondering. And it’s a shame. The premise was good and the sub plots had potential, even if they were predictable.

Out of 4 stars? It gets 1. And it gets that one because Angela and I had such a fun time making fun of it.