Disaster Films

I love disaster films. They have wildly implausible plots and bad acting, and yet I find them addictive.
I watched 10.5 last night and it not only fulfilled the criteria of a good disaster film, it exceeded them.

It starts off with an earthquake in Seattle that brings the Space Needle down, although it was only a 7.9 quake. Hours later, an 8.4 quake hits outside Redding, CA which chases down and eats a train. By this time we have introduced the stock characters that all disaster films must have; the scientist with the crazy theory, the divorced dad with his estranged petulant teenaged daughter, a member of government and some medical personal. Back to the storyline, our dad/daughter duo discover the 8.4 quake has also swallowed the entire town of Browning, CA and is now playing some funky country music. I kid you not, there was a whole scene about how Browning wasn’t there anymore, but they could hear country music. It was truly a thing of wonder. Then we get into the big quakes, a 9.0 in San Fransico that brings down the Golden Gate Bridge. At this time, the scientist comes up with her weird theory which involves fusing the fault lines by detonating nuclear warheads – this they actually do. All nuclear warheads must be at a certain level and of course the last warhead they try to place goes horribly wrong. It all ends with one of our members of government having a warhead sitting on his chest whilst 250ft underground saying goodbye to his medical personnal son, before detonating the bomb.
The faults have been fused, saving Washington and North California, but Government man’s warhead wasn’t at the right depth so Southern California must die and does so in a dramatic 10.5 quake which brings the Pacific Ocean to the Evacuation City in Barstow, CA. And all our characters stand there in the tent city and look pleased that they have secured some waterfront property.
The best part of the whole film was that the scientists’ lab which felt every single damn earthquake that hit, all of them at full strength. I have no idea where this lab was, but it seemed to have covered the thousand miles of the Californian coast line.
It was such a bad film, it was wonderful.


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