WHAT purports to be an insight into the macho world of air traffic controllers is, in fact, an arm wrestle between John Cusack and Billy Bob Thornton. It's a boy's movie, with a brace of beautiful birds thrown in as bait. The energy count is high, the stress levels kept in check with treble doses of bullish banter. These guys work hard and play hard.
Marriages tend to crack before they do.
Glanced at a flip, the synopsis reads like stags rutting, not planes landing. He keeps those jumbos in line with a whipcrack delivery. He doesn't fit into the close-knit camaraderie of the control room. A recovering alcohoic with an adrenalin habit and Zen overtones, he emanates a desert vibe that is alien to these frenetic New Yorkers. Nick finds Mary irresistable.