The New Yorker‘s Anthony Lane, describing what happened in the theatre halfway through The Day After Tomorrow…
There is no more refreshing sound than nineteen hundred people jeering in harmony at someone else’s balderdash.
Lane adds:
Even by the standards of disaster movies, “The Day After Tomorrow” is irretrievably poor: a shambles of dud writing and dramatic inconsequence which left me determined to double my consumption of fossil fuels.
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