Starring: Tom Hank, Catherine Zeta-Jones and Stanley Tucci
Directed by: Steven Speilberg
speaking? The Terminal is a movie that asks
you to suspend yourself from belief for a couple of hours and
head into kind of a movie schnookie woo-woo world. We go, willingly,
but find ourselves aboard a one-man vessel lacking a solid spine.
It tries - very hard - to impersonate those rare fluffy-poodle-cuddled-up-while-the-storms-outside-roar
films Tom Hanks is so good at...in the end The Terminal
is sweet, sentimental and the kind of sugarcoated cinema that
is forgettable, yet entertaining.
Hanks, as always, is just adorable. Here he does a goodski jobnik
as a thick accented Eastern Krakoshaecroatiaalbaniayugasloviakia
European motherland lovin' palookaloff just tryin' to get into
the big applerini. But, adorable, Bambi aside, does not
a movie make.
goes...Viktor (Tom Hanks) has come to New York to keep a promise.
As he arrives he's detained due to the fact his homeland , a tiny
made-up Eastern European country, is engulfed in war and now he's
a man with no country. Thanks to a by-the-book semi tyrannical
customs official (Stanley Tucci) who can not seem to find one
interpretor that speaks Vik's native sputnikskiloff, in New York
City, at JFK, Vik is delayed - indefinitely - in an huge cold
the ever present eye of security, "somehow" Viktor manages
to set up house, eat and even thrive all while awaiting his destiny....
the love story: Enter one ditzy bad-at-love stereotype of a stewardess,
Amelia (Catherine Zeta-Jones). She's perpetually coming and going
as Vik is forever waiting. Over the course of nine months (yes-
I said nine months) he manages to almost, nearly, just-about-there,
get a date... for him at least , love blossoms beneath the fluorescent
the time Vik is awaiting release so he can visit New York City,
he becomes more and more fluent in English and starts to gather
friends in the form of employees of the airport.
wildly unbelievable tale is supposedly based (emphasis on based)
on a true story, you'll have to kind of let the other-side of
our cynical brain indulge the piece or you may heckle the screen
at some of its more swollen fructose injected parts.
Hanks is, was, the only man who could have pulled this off. Hey,
remember this man and a volley ball entertained us for hours a
few years back. He's just watchable, lovable and one of our finest
- but still I must poo-poo the tale which reduces mega-talent
Catherine Zeta Jones into a first role bimbo and catapults itself
into a land of marshmallow dreams.
recommendation: Burger King with a side of saltine canapés.