Altho, I wouldn't go to a "disaster" movie on my own, I'll allow my hubby to drag me to one now and again. It's the old trade off for "chick flicks".
Haven't seen any of the critiques of the "science" of the film, but I suspect no desalination of the North Atlantic could lead to so quick a deep freeze. Can air so close to the surface decrease in temp by ten degrees per second? But hey, it isn't the reality of the genre, or the acting, it 's the special effects that make these things work. (and the science couldn't have been as bizarre as "Armaggeddon's" was.)
There were a minimum of gratuitous deaths-by-nature, which I appreciated. The brave LA reporter who got flattened by the tornado hurled billboard (was that Marilyn?) was the most slam dunked, but the most "chilling death" was the one of the helicopter pilot who stuck his nose out of the copter window and instantly froze. That was an impact scene, shocking, imo. Glad they got it right that it's at about minus 150 that all fuel lines known to man freeze..re,ember the sick scientist in the Antartic research station who could not be evacuated in winter a few years back?
But the audience was spared death after horrendous death. We kinda KNOW by now what drowning by tidal wave looks like. But death by falling from great distance of a sympathetic, courageous character is evdently a necessity. That was at least the THIRD heroic everyman in as many films I've seen cut his own umbilical cord to plunge to his sad death. Vertical something? A Stallone flick? Get a new gig.
The introductory collapsing ice shelf scenes were riveting, and must have whetted the audience's appetite for even bigger and better special effects.
The technology of the freezing of NY was based on the director's (he did the Mel Gibson film The Patriot, great film) filming the way cartons in the supermarket frost over in the freezer section. I was told he had his camera crew photograph Birds Eye boxes and then had the process digitally mimicked over a cardboard model of Manhattan.. Was also told that snow was three million bucks worth of Pampers inner linings, which any parent knows expands in order to absorb.
The earliest of this genre featured big stars. I mean, the seventies flicks like Towering Inferno, and the Poseidan Adventure. Essentially they were cameos, as these things work on ensemble casting. But evidently Hollywood has discovered there is no need to have a Richard Chamberlain with a Paul Newman in these flims..a solid presence like a Dennis Quaid is sufficienct, even preferable, to one Hollywood ham after another making his/her curtain call.
I also noticed the concentration on the young cast...it's the teens and young adults that spend the movie dollar and now it's not just the special effects that draw them in, but in addition, the "love story" has moved from middle age to teenland. So be it. I like the young actress who played Quaid's son's love interest, Emmy Rossum, who I saw in the charming indie "Passionada", filmed in New Bedford, Mass.
Shaky science, but awesome specials, sufficient star power with Quaid (one of those actors who is getting more attractive with age), not too much gruesome death, or apocalyptic preaching, and of course, the "usual" villain - the arrogant politician who ignored the warnings. And NO BRUCE WILLIS!
What more could you ask from a disaster film? Pure entertainment.
I enjoyed it. And recommend it.