This movie made me mad. Mad at myself for viewing it. Mad at Americans for flocking to it. Mad at Jennifer Connelly for aging like a withered prune. Mad at Keanu Reeves for continuing to seek employment in Hollywood. Mad at Jon Hamm for tarnishing his sheen from Mad Men with random shitty bit-parts like this one. Mad at Black America's Hollywood delegate for continuing to push for horrible token black kid roles in disaster flicks. Mad at the soldiers for thinking that shooting a gun at a blob of sand will have a positive expectation. Mad at John Cleese for... John, what the FUCK were you doing in this movie?
Jesus Christ Almighty, this was godawful. Just a total trainwreck with no redeeming qualities. I'll sum it up as such: No good film has ever come from a casting brainstorming session where someone uttered "Okay, we need a Secretary of Defense. Is Kathy Bates available?"
