sdd@pyuxh.UUCP (S Daniels) (10/11/85)
Everbody thinks this hijacking of "Da Luv Boat of Italy" is such a big deal. Shoot, they do worse to folks in Amarillo who drink imported beer. But the ending makes one tree-men-dus drive in flick. I can see it now... Muhammed Abul Abbas, Hani Al Hassan and the PLO boys are sitting in the back of the plane, puffing on the big cigars and drinking goats milk and vodka. Just having a regular good old time on the way to Tunis. Ol Hani looks out the window, and says, "Gee, isn't that a pretty shade of blue on that F-14? Matches the Meditteranean real well, too. I wonder how Hosni and Yassir arranged the escort?" Well, at that point the Navy pilot turns toward Hani, smiles real big-like from behind his $773 aviator mirrored shades, and points North. Being the agreable sort, Hani and Mohammed and the boys decide they need a vacation in Sicily after all (These hijackings are *SO* tiring). --- Eight quarts blood (all innocent), no breasts, tag team airplane chase straight out of "Those Magnificent Men in their Flying Machines," cruise-fu, shell-game-with-the-hijackers-fu, Drive in Academy award nominations for Hosni "Please-don't-take-my-billions-in-aid, Ronnie" Mubarek, and the hijackers for being stupid enough not to hang on to at least one more hostage. Four stars, Joe Bob says, "Check it out." -- Steve Daniels (!pyuxh!sdd) "I'm counting the smiles on the road to Utopia."