Space pollution

Rating: 3/10 (30 January 2010)

There's a whole meteor shower full of flicks about rogue rocks dropping in to blast us all in to cosmic talcum powder. Some good, some poor but this space debris ranks as the lousiest. Circumstances are dire: if a meteor impact doesn't kill you, then the movie will bore you to death.
Scientists detect a meteor on collision course with Earth, and decide to nuke it in to space rubble. They entrust the nukes and the fate of the Earth to guys with the following qualifications: they blow up stuff at an oil rig or something. They're selfish, reckless, childish, and yell a lot with limited vocabulary skills. Just the kind of winners we need to save the planet from imminent destruction.
Rarely has an ensemble cast collectively turned in such abysmal performances. People faced with the prospect of the end of the world, (or saving it) act like they're at a frat party. Willis looks like he's doing a Jackie Chan impression. Affleck appears to be doped up on medication. Billy Bob appears to be suffering amnesia or delusions. As for Buscemi, Wilson, Duncan, and others, they all stink so bad they'd offend a skunk.
To be fair, here's the good: decent special effects.
Back to the awful: the script. The lines are pitiful. We get the self-sacrifice bit near the end, which is as convincing as a used car dealer's claims. Some of things are lame, like the flying bus nonsense, but the movie can't even make you laugh at its stupidity. That's because it's basically irritating. Most of the people are obnoxious, and their churned out human interest stories don't work. You'll be pulling for the meteor to impact, and obliterate all these fools.
If not that, the meteor impact would at least mercifully put you out of your misery.