After two and a half hours, I just couldn't laugh at it any more.

Rating: 3/10 (27 November 1998)

Plot: Bruce Willis and a team of the manliest men he could wrangle go up in space to drill holes in an asteroid with as large a phallic symbol as they can muster. An almost thoroughly pathetic enterprise, periodically enlivened with action, but it's utterly difficult to care about anybody involved. All actors are going through the motions. America is symbolized by Norman Rockwell, heartland American-flag-blowing-in-the-blue-sky , and it's all about as touching as a tracheotomy. Actually, maybe this movie could have used a tracheotomy. Furthermore, it squeezes about as much running time as it can before a stirringly anticlimactic climax, where Willis drives his big drill into the asteroid, pumping it full of...never mind. Not even entertaining in a train wreck sort of way.