Alfred was thrilled about The Terminal, though he would never get a chance to see it. He was looking forward to the Oscars. I didn’t want to shatter his daydreams by telling him what a load of puerile crap Spielberg’s movie was. I doubt he would have believed me anyway.
When I first read about The Terminal, I thought the premise seemed amusing but far-fetched, so I was interested to read about the man who has lived at Paris Charles de Gaulle airport for the last 16 years.
I’m curious to see the film, which Philip French describes as intermittently funny, but very long, but can certainly wait for the DVD.
Meanwhile, why doesn’t our local Blockbuster have a copy of The Princess Bride, which I have just finished reading?