Because I'm a guy who knows how to have a good time, I just spent my Saturday night staying in, grading papers, and watching United 93, the acclaimed film about the doomed 9/11 flight.
The movie was very well made. Much like a good production of Romeo and Juliet, it had me believing that there could be a happy ending even with the inevitable tragedy at the end. It honored the victims, and captured the chaos of the day. I also watched the extras, complete with interviews with the victims' families, and how the filmmakers checked in with the families of the victims before making the film.
I'm still trying to figure out what human instinct in me decided that I really wanted to relive the darkest day of my lifetime. Some sort of healing?
The only distracting part of the movie was probably only distracting for me, whose eyes were glued to a television set for much of the first half of the 1990s. But, during the chaotic scenes on the airplane, I could have sworn I saw Fay from the airport sitcom Wings. I kept trying to catch a glimpse of her for the rest of the film, and saw her a few more times, and I thought it was strange, or maybe a little ironic, that someone who starred in an airport sitcom would now be in this devastating film about an airplane, but then I realized that the percentage of people who recognize Patricia Schull is probably very low. But, still... distracted.
A very sad movie.
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