The Terminal

This will be a short review as I have not much to say. The Terminal, possibly my most hated work by usually brilliant master filmmaker Steven Spielberg, is nothing short of a sad messy film that doesn't know it's own plot, much less it's themes or motivations. Tom Hanks plays Viktor Navorski, a man whose country, while he was in the air, had a change of power and due to these strange circumstances he finds himself stuck between countries in the terminal of one of New Yorks airport. He meets the staff, gets a job, falls in love, (sounds of violent retching), blah blah blah blah blah. The story doesn't have a leg to stand on no airport is going to let some foreign traveler tear apart random pieces of their terminal to build a little home for himself, or let him break random glass objects to construct a fountain for some stewardess he has met all of four times. It just doesn't work. The characters are cardboard, the direction is amateur, and the soundtrack, by John Williams is surprisingly bland. It's not that on the whole the movie is bad, it's that every single detail is poorly conceived, poorly put forth, and highly unbelievable. If you have ever trusted my judgment, stay away from this film, there are better ways to spend two hours and eight minutes of your life.

D-