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THE DAY AFTER TOMORROW (2004)

AUGUST 31, 2014

THE DAY AFTER TOMORROW is a profoundly stupid movie, but it’s also entertaining if you can turn your brain off and just go with the “Irwin Allen-esqueness” of it all. 


In case you didn’t already figure it out based on the fact that Director Roland Emmerich is behind the wheel, the world is coming to another cataclysmic end in the film. This time, instead of an alien invading horde or a skyscraper sized lizard, it’s God himself who’s punishing us for the abuse to the planet (Didn’t we learn anything from Noah?). 


Well, there’s no ark to save us this time, when global warming moves up its timeline by a hundred years or so. Before you can say, “Stop all this fracking nonsense,” Mother Nature has turned against us and sent everything she’s got to plunge us into a second ice age. 


Nobody in Washington wants to listen to weather specialist Jack Hall (Dennis Quaid), especially the Vice President when he warns him of this impending doom. By the time the government listens, it’s far too late. 


But Jack’s son Sam (Jake Gyllenhaal) is trapped in the Manhattan Public Library, there on a school outing with the fetching Laura (Emmy Rossum). Jack has been an absentee father but he makes a promise to his wife Lucy (Sela Ward) that he will get to his son in New York come rain or shine (or sub-zero temperature super storms). 


Setting out by car then on foot, Jack and his two colleagues make the treacherous journey to New York as the world collapses around them. 


The science in THE DAY AFTER TOMORROW is shoddy at best, though the message is there. We need to do something before “tomorrow” does actually come. But I digress…we’re talking about the movie itself and it’s absurd to the point of hilarity. 


Yet with that said, it has its charms and can be quite entertaining at times. The special effects are pretty impressive especially when the super storms touch down in Los Angeles taking out every major landmark in their path. 


So if you like mindless entertainment that at least attempts some kind of social message, you could do a lot worse. Just don’t expect high art here.