Yeah, watching it'll make you feel a three-hour time warp in your life
Review by Rachel Chan
Sadly for Mr. Emmerich, I have to agree with the review by Loong Wai Ting. While she has said all that I wished to say, I simply have to add that it is no doubt a B-grade movie, minus the killer zombies, plus the caricaturial rich tycoon, long-haired hippie, and panicking female lead. And the outdated building interiors and hairstyles make you think Emmerich has been saving his film reels since the 90s. Trailer-making these days is an art indeed, with the best parts of the film edited out and maximised for selling effect. In typical Indiana Jones fashion, the movie starts out with some ‘chosen’ scientist almost breaking through the walls with his secret formulae, which he narrates to the scientific community with superb theatrical effect. Then it downward spirals into a dysfunctional family sitcom, with burned out family man and his new replacement in ex-wife’s life. After a couple of attempts at bad parenting, family man (who is also a writer of some sort) gets his chance to do the heroic deed, outshining the spanking new replacement in ol’ wifey’s boudoir. (Well they didn’t actually show the boudoir – sorry to disappoint – so one thing good about it is this movie does not rely overtly on sex). In the meantime, a bevy of bloated faced politicians and an equally bloated boxer come in for the LULZ (laughs). At its last struggling ditch to make the end of the world comical, the characters come out so one-dimensional, you can’t help but wished they all just died and got over it quick.
