H. G. Hubbard

Rating: 1/10 (13 July 2005)

When I got up to walk out about half way through the movie, I only looked back to see if anyone was following me. I left the theater at about 8:00pm Monday, July 4th. I was at the Thousand Oaks mall, which is under a hill where fireworks would be sent skyward in another hour. I walked over to the mall's 4 story parking structure and took the stairs up to the top. They had kept all cars off that level so that families could come and set up chairs and blankets in preparation to see fireworks. There were possibly hundreds of people there, interacting, happy, enjoying each other. It was so peaceful. What a contrast to a movie depicting these same people as a wild mob that would kill each other just to take a ride on an old mini-van. I hated this movie because it was an exercise in frustration. Hopeless, helpless, selfish, panicked people being swept along in the midst of miserable events. To me, that's not entertainment.