We watched 2012.
I know… It’s gotten horrible reviews. Everyone says it’s bad. I didn’t expect much, and we rented it from one of the RedBox kiosks, so we were only out $1. And I generally enjoy a disaster movie.
But 2012 was a whole new kind of horrible.
I expected it to be fairly bad. I didn’t expect amazing acting or anything like that. But I really wanted a decent disaster movie… Lots of screaming and running, stuff exploding, people dying. The kind of sound and noise that may signify nothing, but at least distracts you from reality for a while.
And while 2012 did have lots of sound and noise, I was too distracted by all the awfulness to actually be distracted from reality – if that makes any sense.
The flow of the movie was just awful. We see some scientist in India who discovers that neutrinos are somehow interacting with water to superheat the Earth’s crust (WTF?!). Then he’s at some political meeting trying to talk to some guy. And then he disappears for a while.
We’re introduced to some random writer-turned-chauffeur and his family. I suppose he’s kind of the everyman of the movie… But he isn’t particularly likable. Nor is it clear why we’d be rooting for him as opposed to the plastic surgeon his wife is now in love with.
We see some shady-looking people evidently selling seats on some kind of ark or escape-pod or bunker or something.
We see some people collecting famous works of art to be preserved.
It all seems to drag on an awful lot. I wasn’t looking at a clock, but it felt like absolutely nothing was happening for the longest time. Just various people going around doing various things. No explosions, no chaos, no disaster… Nada.
And then, when things start going wrong, it doesn’t make sense.
I mean… Not that a disaster movie like this is ever really going to make a lot of sense… But this was worse than usual.
Mr. Writer Guy somehow puts everything together just in time to race home and toss his family into the limo… And then races through a rapidly-crumbling LA to the airport… And it’s a damn good thing that Mr. Plastic Surgeon is a pilot… And then they fly through a rapidly-crumbling LA… To an almost-ready-to-crumble Yellowstone… And then to an almost-ready-to-crumble Las Vegas…
Watching these cities disintegrate before our eyes could have been very dramatic, if it weren’t for the horrible construction of the scenes. It felt more like I was watching a cartoon than a disaster movie. The characters are all gawking with open mouths at the carnage around them. The limo drives through a skyscraper as it falls to the ground. There’s light-hearted comments and comical expressions every few minutes.
The characters make basically no sense. None of them.
We’re introduced to various people… Some musicians going on a cruise, a Russian mafioso, the President… And we’re given some direction in how we’re supposed to feel about them… And then they just stop mattering.
The Russian mafioso, for example… He starts out looking like an asshole. He’s a scary jerk of a Russian mobster. Obviously not a nice guy. Probably made all his money by kicking puppies and eating kittens.
But then he starts acting more human. Starts to seem like he might be a nice guy. And everyone’s expecting to see some kind of change of heart… Maybe he’ll wind up saving someone, or sacrificing himself… Or maybe he’ll at least turn out to be a not-so-horrible person.
But then he abandons everyone, including his girlfriend, to the mercies of the apocalypse and hops on a helicopter headed for safety.
So… Why did they attempt to humanize him? Why not just leave us with an asshole of a Russian mobster?
The whole movie is just one contrived emergency after another. Every time it looks like our heroes have reached safety, some new ridiculous problem arises.
By the end of the movie I was just waiting for the credits to roll. I simply wanted it to end. I’m not sure how long the movie actually was… But it felt like an eternity.