Driving by their deep will of saving the earth from the great destruction of the earth, a group of citizens do their best and struggle against the strange and dangerous meteorite that strikes the earth, as it is going to be burnt by it, the thing that makes people struggle against survival and saving the planet.
Rushed into production with no better drape for its threadbare gags than Cloverfield, this carpet-fouling mongrel of a movie no more deserves release than do anthrax spores.
Depressingly, these magpie parodies are so cheap to produce they can't fail to make money -- which probably means this interminable franchise is far from over.
This might have been edited down to 20 minutes of entertaining film. Maybe one day the team involved will start employing editors and produce something we can all look forward to.
There's no nice way to say this, so I'll just say it: Writer/directors Friedberg and Seltzer are a scourge. They're a plague on our cinematic landscape, a national shame, a danger to our culture.
The pomposity of big-budget B-movies can certainly be taken down a notch, but Friedberg and Seltzer rely too much on trailer moments for their broad comedy.
