Pointless.

Rating: 5/10 (20 April 2005)

Roland Emmerich must truly hate New York City (and consequently, the United States). He has this thing for lovingly conveying destruction on a massive scale and setting it in the City that Never Sleeps, although his appreciation for the country that made him a household name extends to Hollywood as a tornado rips through its name and tears through the streets of L.A. This is his third time on the merry-go-round, though, and hopefully it will be his last. But I get the impression he sees himself as this Merlineque wizard, holding a wand outstretched, willing some elaborate way to get rid of New York City, and then when all would be done, outstretch his hands to the skies, reform the city, only to destroy it again. Why? Probably some perverse need to trample over Capitalism? Oh, who knows -- and who cares. Two to three years from now he'll concoct another pile of dreck from his cauldron, feed it to a dumbed-down America who will eat it as if it were McDonald's, make millions, and repeat the cycle.
Am I going to review this movie, you would say? Well -- I just did. Because there really is nothing else to say about something so completely and unabashedly bad. Except that I didn't watch this over dinner, else I would have lost my appetite.