The volume balancing throughout this was utterly absurd. I only let this play through as I was doing something else and was too busy to change it. My mistake.
So many moments of "you're about to die and all you can do is deadpan "oh no"?
I've been to the Nevada desert. The sand had more personality than the cast.
If I were involved in this movie I'd petition to have this entire thing destroyed. Every trace. I'd be mortified.
I love me a good natural (... Ish) disaster movie but dear lord this was so dry it made my fish thirsty. My plants wilted. My hamster hid in her own bunker praying for me to end it. I'm surprised the cat didn't try to attack the TV. My big dog kept fleeing the room, even he, the giant love bug he is, felt the vicarious humiliation of being involved in something that should have been deleted from all hard drives and film before ever being released to the public. I'm going to have to take him to therapy.
The scenery of the 1 square mile where this was filmed was nice English countryside. Rolling hills. And the opening scene called one such large hill a "mountain". I laughed so hard that should have been a hint. I live at the bottom of one of the mountains on the Blue Ridge Parkway, calling that large hill a mountain was ... Entertaining. That's about all that was entertaining.
Seriously, everyone involved should be thoroughly ashamed and NEVER put this on a CV or film list. Ugh.
