The case for:
Kumar Pallana
Benny Golson [spoiler alert!]
The case against:
Our very own Jimmy Stewart directed by our very own Frank Capra. Again. I think it's part of the Patriot Act.
The razzle-dazzle 'em harpy [and her trach scar] whose prenup stipulates her flabby-assed husband can eat their offspring in the event of divorce
It's a poser, to be sure. Either way, I'm confident The Terminal doesn't merit A.O. Scott's learned discursus about the origins of the word.
Its etymology — termini were the local gods whose shrines served as boundary markers in the ancient Roman world — suggests a frontier between worlds, while its modern medical usage associates the word with mortality. To be trapped indefinitely in a terminal, then, without recourse to either flight or ground transportation, can be imagined as a kind of living death, a nerve-racking state of perpetual limbo.
And, hey, Tony? Nice shirt. Niiiiice. The polka-dots are very becoming. But in this humid weather you need to be careful about the hair. Just sayin'.
