Afterwards, saw the interminable The Terminal (sorry - I'm tired). The film resorted to stereotypes from the get-go: bumbling, fumbling Eastern European; mad, paranoid and plate-juggling Indian; vapid, airhead stewardess; love-struck, Mexican Romeo; laid-back African-American; sinister airport immigration officer (okay - perhaps the latter was spot on). However, I was too bored to be outraged.
I think the BBC put it best: "The Terminal is like standing under a waterfall of vomit for two hours and occasionally being let out for air."
+ Guide to sleeping in airports