I don't like flying. If airlines offered an option to sedate you and stow your unconscious bulk in the cargo-hold I'd probably take it. But, they don't, and on long trans-pacific flights the next best option is to self-medicate with movies and whatever free junk food they give you.
The flights and travel this summer not only did a number on my overall sanity but also wrecked my writing regimen. I've got to ease back into it, and as the cliche goes, write what you know. To paraphrase Grandpa Simpson, I don't know much, but I have seen a lot of movies!
Oh, and if you're wondering why I didn't spend the time on my flights reading (being a writer after all) its because they always shut off the lights for 95% of the flight and I want to be a good seat-neighbor and not blast a light in someone else's face.
I'll try to keep each "review" to three sentences.
Well, that's about it. I decided to spare you my review of Rocky IV. Bye!