Authentically upsetting at times and surprisingly even-tempered as natural disaster/Gerard Butler movies go. Not exactly a balm at the end of a frightening year, but it’s solid, mid-shelf pseudo-Roland Emmerich. Garbage Crime veteran Ric Roman Waugh seems to be escalating toward movies that are both more somber and more bombastic than his Snitch roots. Still, Butler kills a guy by lodging the sharp end of a hammer through the skull. So it’s still a Gerard Butler movie. Not quite Garb Crime given the comet and all, though CR and I have been brainstorming on the sci-fi equivalent for a future episode and this is in range.
Vibed uncomfortably with Kaufman’s portrayal of the unfinished, continually redrafted emotional fictions of a frustrated inner life, but this is still some of his weakest and most enervating material, done no favors by the fact that his ideas are generally better interpreted than illustrated. Haven’t read the novel, but everything here squares with his predilection for writing unpredictably metamorphic women and tragically self-defeating men. Buckley is impressive.