sure that Jules Verne, who was a stickler for scientific detail - be it imaginary or real - would think too highly of this film, even though it's not a true adaptation of his original novel. In this cinematic world, scientific fact is the equivalent of a prize greased pig - everyone keeps chasing it, but no one ever catches it. If you're going to throw realism to the curb, though, you might as well do it in unabashed grand style - and that is precisely what you get in this 21st century Journey to the Center of the Earth. What you have here is your basic summer-time action comedy. These guys survive falls that Wile E. Coyote couldn't walk away from. Fortunately, the whole thing is entertaining enough to overcome all of the inanities that could otherwise have doomed this film into forgettable silliness. In other words, it's a Brendan Fraser movie. Every time I see Brendan Fraser in a movie, my immediate reaction is to say uh oh and expect the worst - yet every time I actually end up feeling entertained. That's not to say this is a good movie - it's more of what I call a "good enough" movie. Fraser plays Trevor Anderson, a volcanologist dedicated to continuing his late older brother's studies. Max apparently got himself killed searching for the lost world described in Verne's novel, believing that the father of science fiction was describing fact and not fantasy. Just when his lab is