You know, I used to really like Michael Crichton. Back when he wrote novels (The Adromeda Strain, The Terminal Man, The Great Train Robbery), instead of movies in prose form (Sphere, and most aggregiously, The Lost World), his were among my favorite works. After listening to Timeline this week, I’m about ready to give up hope entirely. Though it’s a servicable adventure story, the science was so flawed that it was hard to pay attention to the rest of the story.