Is this the title or the runtime?

Rating: 1/10 (31 August 2010)

One of the most tepid, vapid and intelligently challenged films to come down the pike in a long time. The film is a catalyst for this star studded cast to arrive together and deliver what I think is each of there worst performances to date.
At 2.5 hours, and a series of clichéd written, clichéd driven scenes, we are impatient and rooting for old mother nature to devour every single person in this film. It's a sad state of affairs when we watch films about the end of the world, and we have no emotion towards the outcome.
Oliver Platt plays once again the moral slime-bucket that he's done in previous films. Danny Glover feels like a night custodian at the local hospital than he does as President, and Woody Harrelson delivers a performance so misguided and buoyant that I thought he was channeling a retarded version of Hunter S Thompson. The film spins widely out of control, creating preposterous situations on top of preposterous ideas and when the dust literally settles we are aghast that this type of pedestrian film making still exists today and digested so remarkably well.