One word describes my feeling about this film: arrogant. Yes, friends, this is one of those big, dumb, loud, summer "blockbuster" films that those pointyheaded Hollywood producers slap together with big star actors, start up the marketing tie-ins, annoy us to death with the overplayed soundtrack songs, and expect us to come running to theaters salivating like Pavlov's dogs. The sad thing is, many did. I hated this film. Can you say "cliche"? This film has lots. First, the whole disaster thing has been done before. In fact, it's been done years before "Deep Impact"...anyone ever hear of "Airport," "Airport '75," "The Poseidon Adventure"? This is not a new genre. Well, in this film the earth is threatened by a huge asteroid "the size of Texas" (yah, ok), and the earth will soon be destroyed unless big-cheese oil driller Bruce Willis and his band of "wacky" misfit buddies climb aboard a space ship, fly to the asteroid, and blow it up with a nuclear weapon. Got all that? Yes, cliche after cliche wreck whatever enjoyment can be gleamed from this over-wrought piece of dreck. There's the tough black guy in the crew, there's the cool cowboy, the psycho, and of course the hunky love interest who only wants to get back to Earth for his love interest, Liv Tyler. Uggh. I wanted to vomit during the "cutesy" animal cracker scene. Actually, all Liv Tyler gets to do is whine and look pouty. Bruce Willis squints his way through yet another variation on his John McClane "Die Hard" character, and the rest of us must suffer. More cliches? Washington and NASA are totally helpless to do anything. These misfits are our only hope! And, after all the LOUD NOISE, YELLING, CRASHES, EXPLOSIONS, YELLING, AND, WELL, MORE YELLING ends, there's the token, "Look, the whole world is celebrating!" scene. Isn't that multicultural of them? And then, finally, after the asteroid is dispatched, Liv Tyler and her beau get married. But, not before Bruce Willis takes time for a tearjerking heart-on-his sleeve talk to his daughter and her groom to be. This scene is supposed to make us understand that Bruce Willis really does have a heart. Well thankfully for us, his heart (and the rest of his body) gets blown to a zillion pieces in a nuclear explosion. I wish it had taken the rest of the cast of this overblown piece of crap.

Response From RinkWorks:

Disaster movies are a genre, not a cliche, and aren't necessarily bad anymore than a comedy is necessarily bad because comedies have been done before. I'm not sure if that's what you were implying or not, but other than that, I absolutely agree with you -- this is possibly the least entertaining special effects blockbuster of all time. -- Sam.