Steven R. Monroe’s maximally self-referential film celebrates in its own way—and therefore deliberately insane style—a genre that, if it ever had any dignity of its own, has in recent years produced mostly low-quality output without stopping. Catastrophic, which in the early days required huge investments to create special effects that could seem at least vaguely believable, with the advent of computer graphics began to undergo a heavy involution, characterized by incredible meteorites crashing furiously on Earth.
Owen (Grunberg) even opened a shop (named “Movieshack”), specializing in the rental and sale of DVDs and various gadgets related to disaster films, in which his friend Steve (Greyston) works, who decided after graduation to devote himself also to his to what he preferred. And when ordinary fake meteorites fall from the sky (here they are accompanied by electric discharges, which for a moment form a blue hemisphere resting on the ground at the moment of impact), our heroes find themselves in their world. However, there is a long way between talking about it and being in it, and so they are both convinced that the right person to consult to solve the problem is Walter Brown (Dourif). Eti, a writer, scientist, and former Defense Department official, is (they say) the world’s leading disaster specialist… but is locked up in the clinic due to severe mental instability.
Thus begins the luminary’s rescue mission, the two are also accompanied by Steve’s mother (Gunn), Owen’s girlfriend (Cave) and their treacherous contemporary (Hildreth), who indirectly adds to the group. Brown, of course, will be released, but not for long (apparently there was no money to pay Brad Dourif the bulk). The idea is for two simple disaster movie experts to unravel the current apocalypse, whose scientific knowledge is purely theoretical, derived from the bizarre solutions offered by cinema in this area. In short, this time we don’t even try to give an astronomically reliable explanation for everything. Nuclear warheads are talked about as if they could be found around the corner, as if they could be activated in an instant, but on the other hand, the semi-parodic intentions are clear; and the operation would also be original if not for the fact that all these films are already from the very beginning designed to satirize the genre: when funds are scarce, as you know, it is better to play effects on poverty, without even bothering to hide the embarrassing suffering, at least This makes the viewer smile.
Just take a look at how planes and helicopters are made in 3D to get an idea of what you’re going through. Unfortunately, as usual, the scenario is also one of the creepy ones, so endure the one and a half hour car rides, escapes, fiddling in front of the computer screen, while the meteors are constantly crashing around with the same identical electrified explosion, right? easy. You can joke about this, but it took a little more imagination. The two young protagonists are too anonymous, a rare goofy ending, with a kiss between the lovers to seal everything: “Now how about populating the planet?”…