There’s one point in this film where the five people trapped in that ill-fated elevator all look around at each other for something to write with, and no one has anything. I always have a pencil and paper handy myself — I never know when I might have to rush off to the theatre for an emergency review. Or something. So if they’d just had me there, things might have turned out better. Well, except now I’ll never get on an elevator again as long as I live, so the fact that I would almost certainly have a pencil wouldn’t help anyone.