The Day After Tomorrow

Last night, my daughter and I ordered a pizza and sat down together to watch a movie. We rented "The Day After Tomorrow" (which was her idea). I have to admit I (sorta) liked it. It was not what you might call a good movie, in the sense of having a good script, or good characterization, or good, you know, anything....but it was entertaining, and Roland Emmerich really does know how to blow stuff up .

Pretty dumb, though, really....especially when Dennis Quaid felt he had to travel -- on foot! -- through a storm supercell that had already been identified as being capable of freezing a man solid in seconds. Why? To save, apparently, his son (who was doing just fine in a warm library).

When he got there, what exactly did he do? He hugged him (and got warm (thanks to the son's fire)). This is almost as dumb as the bimbo venturing into the dark basement alone when she knows there's a killer in the house.

No, it isn't -- it's dumber.


The movie then adds really dumb scenes, like the (really! dumb!) scene in which they characters race down a hallway, pursued in some odd and unconvincing way by.....frost.

But he does know how to wreck buildings...and did I enjoy cuddling on the couch with her and eating pizza while watchin' it? Yep. Very much yep.

And my brain was not exhausted afterwards, so there's that.