Flight

Is this the end of flight?
photo by Robert Zuckerman ©2012 Paramount Pictures
used by permission

Director:  Robert Zemeckis
Writer:  John Gatins

Some might gripe the film’s title is misleading.  They would, however, be unaware  there’s more than one meaning to the word.

This drama is important.  How many artworks attain that?

This film’s empathy is a breathless gut-shot for those who are– and those who love one who is– in flight (let’s call them, the cognoscenti).  The film’s accurate portrayal of the all-too-familiar (yet never, in this portrayal, banal) and sad words and choices of a desperado, for the cognoscenti, also is heartbreak.  And the film’s laser-fine insight is, by turns, incredible (someone’s watching us and reading our minds and hearts!), and encouraging (Whew!  we’re not alone.  And maybe, after all, we can succeed) for the cognoscenti.

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At the final scene, the cognoscenti may well-wonder the key still is missing, and nothing at all has been resolved.  Yet they also know the key might just have been stumbled over.  So, there is hope.  And, at any rate, there’s plenty of time– in a darkly-humorous sense– to try to turn the lock and open the door to resolution.  But, will that happen?  Will hope come to fruition?  We don’t know.  No pat-answers.  No happily-ever-after.  No saccharine.  The conclusion is perfectly-authentic ambiguity.

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For everyone, this drama provides action with convincing FX.  But they are what they should be– the icing.  Underneath are plot, suspense, character-development, dialogue, and acting.

Gee!  Who knew?!?

This drama is a real and complete– if bittersweet– cake.

By the way– in pitch-perfectly appropriate dark humor, the film’s title is not its only double-entendre.  And, Dave Mason fans, rejoice!  Yet another royalty for that song!

#789

I can’t understand the veneration of “ecologically-friendly” automobiles.

Electric?  Unless one is wealthy enough with a ranch with lots of solar and wind– off-the-grid- –one’s electric car simply displaces the emissions.  Or, it increases the number of toxic spent fuel rods (along with the toxic eventually-spent car battery).

Biodiesel?  I’ve lived in the agriculturally-bountiful San Joaquin Valley the lion’s share of well-more than a quarter-century.  I don’t recall seeing corn in commercial quantities before the last couple of years.  Yes, recently there’s been a blossoming (pardon the pun) of corn where none was before.  However, corn’s increasing supply still doesn’t satisfy ever-growing demand.  So corn-prices are at record highs.  And now impoverished Mexicans can’t afford their basic staple:  the humble taco.  Do we really want X-million hungry, pi**ed-off Mexicans with nothing to lose just t’other side of San Diego?  And what about the unknown consequences of the soil amendments necessary to grow corn where it ain’t meant to grow?

Hydrogen?  Oh, yes!  You’ve insulated those containers!  They’re perfectly-safe in any collision.  Yes.  And the dirigible, too, was “safe”.  Just disregard that image of the “safe” Hindenburg attempting to dock at Lakehurst.