Welcome to 2012 where every end of the world scenario and cliche concocted by man is put on display with amazing special effects. Unfortunately, even the pyrotechnics and Santa Monica falling in the ocean and some oversized space ship meant to be a modern day Noah’s ark lose their appeal after TWO AND A HALF HOURS. The plot is miserable at best and the situations are either completely predictable or entirely implausible. Apparently Jackson Curtis (John Cusack) and his wife split up because Jackson worked too much and loved her too little. Next time guys: don’t get an embittered housewife to write your script. K? Thx. Even a surprisingly comedic appearance by Woody Harrelson, as a cracked radio host who broadcasts from his motor home that’s chock full of conspiracy theories (much like his about-to-explode-at-any-time skull and they both volcano sit on), can’t provide enough entertainment to make this trip down cataclysm lane interesting enough to actually pay attention to.
Not that can you can expect much else from director Roland Emmerich, of let’s kill the super advanced aliens with a laughing skull and run away from the COLD AIR, fame. He seems to have a knack for ridiculous films that fail to entertain and completely lack in substance.
On the upside unlike most other action flicks this year (I’m looking at you Transformers 2) you can at least tell what the hell is going on. Also, seeing Danny Glover play the President did give me a nice nostalgic feeling – Angels In The Outfield was one of my favorite films as a young lad – it did not, however, give me the 158 minutes of my life back that 2012 entirely wasted.
If you’re the type of person that can stare at something shiny for hours on end then 2012 is probably for you. Otherwise avoid the brain rotting stupidity and see something else.
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