Earthquakers would have made more sense...
I rarely watch ‘live’ TV anymore. Sometimes, however, I need some brainless background noise while I do something repetitive and intellectually non-stimulating. There was nothing on this weekend, nothing. The only, and I mean only thing I could find to turn on was a rerun of 10.5, a truly abysmal made-for-TV disaster movie.
My theory is that it was an adapted script for a Lifetime for Women movie that got elevated to a bigger budget. Our heroine is plucky, and of course her grizzled gruff male boss doesn’t listen to her recommendations. What amused me was her boss was basically the director of FEMA. Of course, this was filmed pre-Katrina, so him making a bad call that cost lots of lives results in the president (casting director: oh crap, we don’t have a President cast yet, quick, pencil in Beau Bridges!) more or less telling him to shake it off. Yeah. Of course the gruff director has a handsome son, who is a doctor, in the danger zone. They are estranged. If you thought it would end up with our gruff director sacrificing himself 300 feet underground while being pinned down by a nuclear bomb while telling his son on the phone that he loves him and he’s sorry he loved their dead mother so much and the son reminded him of her too much and he’s sorry he loves you son. And later the son has to grab and carry a little girl out of the way of an oncoming and fissure and oh please make the pain stop I’m ovulating right here.
And the real disaster was it was a rebroadcast to lead up to…the sequel: 10.5: The Apocalypse. Couldn’t watch it. I have limits.
My theory is that it was an adapted script for a Lifetime for Women movie that got elevated to a bigger budget. Our heroine is plucky, and of course her grizzled gruff male boss doesn’t listen to her recommendations. What amused me was her boss was basically the director of FEMA. Of course, this was filmed pre-Katrina, so him making a bad call that cost lots of lives results in the president (casting director: oh crap, we don’t have a President cast yet, quick, pencil in Beau Bridges!) more or less telling him to shake it off. Yeah. Of course the gruff director has a handsome son, who is a doctor, in the danger zone. They are estranged. If you thought it would end up with our gruff director sacrificing himself 300 feet underground while being pinned down by a nuclear bomb while telling his son on the phone that he loves him and he’s sorry he loved their dead mother so much and the son reminded him of her too much and he’s sorry he loves you son. And later the son has to grab and carry a little girl out of the way of an oncoming and fissure and oh please make the pain stop I’m ovulating right here.
And the real disaster was it was a rebroadcast to lead up to…the sequel: 10.5: The Apocalypse. Couldn’t watch it. I have limits.
Posted by Nathaniel Trost on
Wednesday May 24, 2006 at 7:17pm