So, saw the movie mentioned in my title. It sucked. Steph had hopes for it cause it had Jake Gyllenhaal in it, but I was wary. And the wariness was warrented. First off, Dennis Quaid needs to get a new agent, cause after being in Cold Creek Manor, and now this movie, I'm starting to question his abilities as an actor. Moving on, the plot was unbelievable, but that's given for a disaster flick. What I don't understand about disaster flicks is, how can they afford to pay for all those fancy special effects, but not afford any good acting? I guess it's a weird Hollywood paradox. So basically the plot goes like this: Dennis Quaid is a global climatologist; his studies lead him to predict that a new ice age could hit in 100 years or so. Guess what? 100 years turns out to be tomorrow. The Earth's weather gets all funky, Dennis tries to tell people that it's happening sooner than he predicted and of course, no one believes him. Suggestion for people in disaster flicks: start listening to the experts. They might actually know something. So weather gets bad, LA is destroyed by tornados (if only it were true....), and New York is flooded and then frozen. Did I mention that Dennis Quaid's son is trapped in the National Library in New York? Oh, well he is, and in the most heart wrenching scene in the movie, Dennis promises to come find his son. About an hour and a half later, and a bunch of dead, frozen dumbasses, Dennis reaches his son. Oh, and by the way, the President is dead and the entire northern hemisphere is frozen, and some kid with a brain tumor finally gets transported to a makeshift hospital, were I guess he can go through the pain of dying of brain cancer instead of the peaceful death of being frozen instantly. But at least Dennis Quaid found his son! Joy! "What's that son? What about possible food shortages and mass starvations and even worse over-crowding? Well, I guess that's something we'll have to worry about...whoops! Movie's over! Guess we didn't have time to discuss that. Guess we'll just have to live happily ever-after!"
People who don't want to read that huge review, skip to this part:
Pretty special effects, crappy acting, crappy script, worst looking computer generated timber wolves ever.
On a lighter note, before the movie, I went to the bathroom to discover that my boxers were on backwords and inside out. Don't ask. I don't have an answer.
We had our engagement party the other night. It was lots of fun, people seemed to have a good time, and I got to imitate Steph's orgasm. Yeah. I had a lot to drink.
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