I've just spent the past two hours with Cotton Ball, Alan Poe and Sardini on board the Con Air.
At least that was what Julia thought their names were, when I asked.
We both agreed that not being able to remember even the main character's name, is a sure sign that you don't care about anyone or anything that happens in the movie.
And maybe rightly so? Just take Vince Larkin for example:
That man mostly ran back and forth across an airfield and got knocked down a bunch of times.
Caring stops rather quickly, to say the least.
(We never stopped caring about Cotton Ball though and luckily he made it.)
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