To quote:

Though the moment may lack the inherent gravitas of Harriet Beecher Stowe’s encounter with Abraham Lincoln, or even Elvis Presley’s private audience with Richard Nixon, surely history should reserve a special place for the day in 2005 when Michael Crichton was invited to the White House to meet with George W. Bush. Imagine: the modern era’s leading purveyor of alarmist fiction, seated side by side with Michael Crichton. Oh, to be a concealed recording system in that Oval Office! Did Crichton confess to his host that he’d been inspired to write “Rising Sun” by a certain Poppy in chief with a propensity for puking on Japanese dignitaries? Did our president tell Crichton he found the dinosaurs of “Jurassic Park” every bit as frightening as our ancestors did at the dawn of time, 6,000 years ago?

Full review here:

http://www.nytimes.com/2007/01/07/books/review/Itzkoff2.t.html?ref=review

Crichton's early novels were at least decent reads and the 1971 film made from The Andromeda Strain
was one of the most realistic SF films ever. His latest stuff, however, like the one about nanoswarms,
read like the draft of a film script, which I am sure they are.