Yesterday’s flight back to New York was for some reason less hellish than last week’s flight to Los Angeles. But all wifi-free coach flights are hell. First-class with wifi is the way to go, but only people like Nikki Finke can afford that. People like me just have to grim up and fly coach and hunker down. Back on Manhattan pavement by 9 pm.
Watching Paths of Glory on my iPhone helped pass the time. Somewhat. The problem is that I’ve seen this 1957 Stanley Kubrick film so often that I’ve pretty much memorized the dialogue. “So you’re making me the goat! The only entirely innocent man in this whole affair! The man you stabbed in the back, George, was a soldier.”
