Battleship LaGuardia

Films in which flying is a theme are not as quick to come to mind. Going through the discomfort of airport security just makes me feel violated. I mean how come I always have to “take off my jacket” and then get complimented on my “nice top”. The guy behind me in the suit doesn’t get that treatment. I guess I’ll miss the TSA looking at my tits when I’m older, but I gotta say sometimes I’m just not in the mood. I feel no matter how successful I become or what I have achieved I always still have to smile and let the TSA look at my tits, or they will call me an ornary bitch and call security , detain me and keep me from my flight. I would love to know what the sexual harassment charges have been since the TSA has wielded so much power in recent years. Real or perceived. So how about a good sexual harassment by a woman film for a Wednesday morning. Red Headed woman with good ol Jean Harlow comes to mine as well as the relentless Baby Face, but I digress. I always love some Baby Face.

Let me think..Flying down to Rio,Wings ...

But since we are about to board the airport, lets move on to a far more interesting topic. Detention. I’m thinking Battle Ship Potemkin may satisfy this airport experience. I remember I went to a film festival last year where the film was featured. The reason they were playing it was that someone had scored the silent film. The airport brings that experience to mind because I had brought my parents and it was like traveling with family. We were stuck in this small screening room unable to leave due to the awkward position of the door and the projector. One would have to climb over a row of people and the projector operator (who by the way thought he was screening Nosferatu until we were an hour in and someone had to bring to his attention that these angry Russians were in fact not going to experience a Vampire after their uprising). My father started giggling and my mother started shifting, their knowledge of films before 1950 is almost like taking Rainman to a casino. The Phillip Glass inspired score, or maybe I don’t know, this guy only learned how to play three or four notes over and over and use anvil like percussion with no regard for what was actually happening on film felt like a government experiment. I was afraid my poor father was going to go into some Vietnam flashback and get all Jacobs Ladder on me. Anyway, despite all the anxiety we really did enjoy watching all those people run down the stairs. If you want to see some serious extra work this is impressive. I can’t imaging someone didn’t get trampled to death making this film. Really incredible. Detention over. Now I have to board the plane.