Airplane movies are notoriously bad. The worst movie ever had to be that one United played sometime last year about a girl that goes to Ireland to propose to her boyfriend. I remember how much I flew that month, yet every single time I fell asleep half way through the movie, even if I wasn’t tired. It was just that bad.
The westbound movie on United for the first half of this month was “Unstoppable,” about a train that gets loose and is heading for a larger town where it won’t be able to make a turn and will likely run into gas tanks at 80 mph… or something like that. Yes, it’s entirely ridiculous, but somehow it managed to captivate me. I was biting my nails, sweating profusely, and picked up several nervous ticks along the way, and nearly jumped up in joy when Denzel Washington managed to stop the train. So it was actually a good movie (though I understand I’m no movie critic, because I also liked Paul Blart Mall Cop), though I couldn’t help put think to myself “this really isn’t a movie you want to show in such a confined space where people really can’t move.”
Fortunately I wasn’t like this FlyerTalker, who was assaulted by his seatmate because of his excitement over the movie.