This is at least the fifth Crichton book I have read cover to cover without really taking a break, going all the way back to Andromeda Strain. Hard to imagine, given his background, that it wouldn't read a little bit like a movie, so I'm not sure why anyone would complain about that.I look at it this way: It's the literary equivalent of junk food, but it's made with the very finest ingredients. Enjoy!