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I went to go see 2012 last night. It just might be the greatest movie of all time. I really didn't think The Day After Tomorrow could be bested so thoroughly. Note: a flask was involved in our viewing, a precaution I highly recommend. Sometimes suspension of belief needs some help.
If you haven't seen it, this remix of the trailer really gets you in the correct mood. (Though the version with the effects shots removed is also priceless.)
A couple of comments, though. Some spoilers will be included.
Do not see it if you can't handle horribly bad science in the name of disaster porn. It has mutating neutrinos which melt the Earth's core. Seriously. Also, the entire crust rotates about the core by 23 degrees, which somehow puts Wisconsin at the new pole. Which, okay, but Wisconsin wasn't at 67 degrees to begin with.
Why the hell didn't they tell anyone? I mean, given two year's warning I could build my own Ark. Okay, maybe it would get eaten by a chasm before the final floods, or blown up by a new volcano or something, but give me a fighting chance! It would be a great project.
It fails the Bechdel test so hard. I probably wouldn't have noticed (yes, hello there privilege) if it hadn't made an explicit point that all the decisions of our fleeing group of refugees were being made by just the men. As in, twice there was a line "You better get the other men in here" (paraphrased). WTF?
And once again, Emmerich ends a film with the (remnants) of the US taking refuge in the third world. Which I hope is intended in a cute role-reversal kind of way, but always ends up feeling creepy to me. "Graciously accepting" us my ass. Maybe after we nuke Mexico City. I won't give away the weird twist at the end of 2012, but let's just say it has some serious colonial overtones.
Did you love the Dick Cheney analog in Day After Tomorrow? Well, 2012 has Obama, Rahm Emmanuel, Angela Merkel, Silvio Berlusconi, Hu Jintao and Grand Moff Tarkin. Let me tell you, making snide comments about Berlusconi alone was worth the price of admission. He decides to go down with his country (snerk), but I'm pretty sure he was actually safe on his gold-plated penis-shaped Learjet.
Most amazing thing of all: Wikipedia tells me there are plans for a spinoff TV series. I'm thrilled! I'm... I'm stoked.
If you haven't seen it, this remix of the trailer really gets you in the correct mood. (Though the version with the effects shots removed is also priceless.)
A couple of comments, though. Some spoilers will be included.
Do not see it if you can't handle horribly bad science in the name of disaster porn. It has mutating neutrinos which melt the Earth's core. Seriously. Also, the entire crust rotates about the core by 23 degrees, which somehow puts Wisconsin at the new pole. Which, okay, but Wisconsin wasn't at 67 degrees to begin with.
Why the hell didn't they tell anyone? I mean, given two year's warning I could build my own Ark. Okay, maybe it would get eaten by a chasm before the final floods, or blown up by a new volcano or something, but give me a fighting chance! It would be a great project.
It fails the Bechdel test so hard. I probably wouldn't have noticed (yes, hello there privilege) if it hadn't made an explicit point that all the decisions of our fleeing group of refugees were being made by just the men. As in, twice there was a line "You better get the other men in here" (paraphrased). WTF?
And once again, Emmerich ends a film with the (remnants) of the US taking refuge in the third world. Which I hope is intended in a cute role-reversal kind of way, but always ends up feeling creepy to me. "Graciously accepting" us my ass. Maybe after we nuke Mexico City. I won't give away the weird twist at the end of 2012, but let's just say it has some serious colonial overtones.
Did you love the Dick Cheney analog in Day After Tomorrow? Well, 2012 has Obama, Rahm Emmanuel, Angela Merkel, Silvio Berlusconi, Hu Jintao and Grand Moff Tarkin. Let me tell you, making snide comments about Berlusconi alone was worth the price of admission. He decides to go down with his country (snerk), but I'm pretty sure he was actually safe on his gold-plated penis-shaped Learjet.
Most amazing thing of all: Wikipedia tells me there are plans for a spinoff TV series. I'm thrilled! I'm... I'm stoked.
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