Daniel watched 2012 with his mom last night. He took MC from work today.
Was it that bad?
Well, I had extremely low expectations to begin with, so I ended up being reasonably entertained. Hey, when a movie promises to blow up the world and delivers exactly that, you can't be too mad at it, can you?
It's a Roland Emmerich film; you know what to expect by this point. (And what you expect not to see are subtlety, moderation and logic.) Shit blows up, in expensive-looking CGI, in increasingly ridiculous ways. (The moment the aircraft carrier scene happened, I wish Danny Glover's character would've said, "I really fucking hate symbolism." You'll understand why when you see it.) Plus, I'm a big fan of Chiwetel Ejiofor ever since he nearly stole the movie from Nathan Fillion's hands in Serenity, and he's pretty much the soul of 2012. (Sorry, John Cusack.) Seriously, if you expected anything, I dunno, substantive out of this movie, you're an idiot. (That criticism doesn't apply to Transformers 2, which is objectively shit, I don't care how much money it's made.)
Overall: I'd pay maybe RM8 for this movie.
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" “2012” is so long, and its special effects are at once so outrageous and so thunderously predictable, that by the time I lurched from the theatre I felt that three years had actually passed and that the apocalypse was due any second."
- Anthony Lane, New Yorker.
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