Late last night, this "scene" from the forthcoming 2012 was force-fed into 90% of American TV sets that were tuned to ad-supported networks. This murder-death-kill fiesta featured tens of thousands of deaths-perhaps even hundreds of thousands-and thereby exponentially increasing the amount of killing that one sees on TV each year. Also it was kind of fucking awesome, in that one way, where you wonder, am I getting stupider along with the culture? Maybe I am. And is it fun being stupider? Hmm, maybe?
This is going to be the best comedy film of the year. I can't help but laugh hysterically when I see this.
The part where the plane evades the two falling skyscrapers made me LOL pretty good.
As something of an expert in buildings, the slow-mo fall of all these buildings is hilarious.
A skyscraper collapses to dust in about 5 seconds. There's no time to drive through it in a car.
I was surprised at how cheesy the effects are and kept waiting for Godzilla (the original) to show up.
Godzeerah!
For the first :45 it could have been about CA's budget crisis. Because after aliens, Godzilla, and ice-entombed Manhattan, what's scarier than economics? Oh, wait... stuff exploding! Mmmm....
If you haven't seen Garrison Dean's take on the original trailer, you haven't lived this year:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZW2qxFkcLM0
(and here he apologizes for misspelling "Bentley", the music is priceless)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wKLXpHzmWHY
Seriously, when you start making trillions, hire this guy.
Waterworld II: The Prequel
The "After" reminds me of driving through New Jersey. And no one should have to look at that!
I don't know why they have to fly through crumbling skyscrapers if they are taking off from the Santa Monica airport.
BECAUSE THEY GOTTA GET OUTTA THERE NOW!!!
Plus also, purring gently over the Pacific would not be as cinematic.
I enjoyed this embedded YouTube video. Which reminds me that I need to make a date with myself to see KNOWING this weekend.
I believe that's spelt "KNOW1NG"?
The Randy's Donut rolling through was a nice touch. Reminds me of my old morning commute from SaMo to the South Bay.
When I go I would love to be crushed to death by a giant, rolling donut. I dream big.
Except, Randy's Donuts is in Inglewood. Not Santa Monica. THIS MOVE IS SOOOO UNREALISTIC.
The whole geography of this flick is screwed. But I can't complain b/c really who gives a shit about "Cloverfield" on steroids? I will note that based on the tectonic plate ripping right through the Penmar 9-Hole my old house gets split in half. But that's OK b/c it had already been buried in lava by Anne Heche & Tommy Lee Jones.
What bothers me about this movie (aside from the fact they couldn't even get a decent Arnold-accent on the governor) is how do you end it? If they don't unexpectedly go the bleak route and leave everyone rebuilding on the rubble of civilization, is there any way to avert the cosmic destruction of Earth without some awful cop-out like aliens or making Indiana Jones return the sacred statue to Tenochtitlan to stop the Aztec curse?
The alien cop-out is crazy! This phenomenon was well-outlined by Gabe in his Hunt for the Worst Movie of all time review of "The Forgotten," the link to which is currently broken. But here's the gist:
"...But once you come up with the mind-blowing idea ("what if there was a dude who woke up one morning and discovered that everything he thought he knew was different") then you have to put in the work to tie it all together! It can't always just turn out that the explanation for all of the twists and turns was aliens for no good reason other than that aliens is the only way to "logically" allow you to write this nonsense."
Amen, brother!
When the link is fixed, you can find it here: http://videogum.com/archives/the-hunt-for-the-worst-movie-o/
In a world where Sarah Palin wins the 2012 Presidential election, the Earth dies of embarrassment. Don't tell Rio the world ends four years before they finally get the Olympics. Life's a bitch, then the planet rolls over in its sleep and crushes you.
I love the maneuverability of the limo.
"When they tell you not to panic, that's when you RUN!" is my new motto.
By the way, there is a giant wrap-around ad for this - complete with fake graffiti - covering an entire empty storefront near me on the corner of Wilshire and La Brea (one of many empties). It vaguely weirds me out to have fictional apocalypse papering over the financial apocalypse, even though I have no problem with the building owners making a buck while they can.
seeing as every schizophrenic i know believes the world actually is going to end in 2012, this kind of takes some of the sting out.
...or could you just watch Con Air which has Nic Cage *and* John Cusack, and BOOM, there's your thesis.
Ha!
ah, but then you'd have to watch nic cage. the difference being that if john cusack materialised in my bedroom i'd totally do him, whereas if nic cage materialised in my bedroom i'd whack him on the head with a shovel and bury him in someone else's garden.
John Cusack, you've changed, man.
I think TV makes one stupidier, not stupider. I know, it's a subtle difference.