Her column for Salon is interactive. Gotta be kidding. She's the Dear Abby of the chic electro-surf crowd. Willis and his squad of clowns have landed on the rogue asteroid that is on a collision course with Earth. Visuals of the shuttle are reminiscent of an early Buck Rogers crash landing.
Somebody dies but no one sexy.
They commence drilling a shaft for the nuke that will disintegrate the asteroid and save human civilization. The Asian passenger across the aisle is mesmerized. You must admit her analysis of the 'eye' and the role of the visual sensibility in western culture is pretty good. Or a third hand. The third hand of love.