Quick Summary: It's a bomb.
This is yet another of the mind-numbing, inane films penned by writers who couldn't find their own heads with both hands and a "brainless twit" detector, and cranked out on a far-too-regular basis by the SyFy channel.
I shall not dwell on the acting, because let's face it: Who can concentrate on the acting when your neurons are recoiling in horror at the lines the actors are forced, (I suspect, at gunpoint), to say? Nor shall I long dwell on the laughably lame-brained scene in which a scientist with an enormous hole through his chest, (front-to-back, and through which, even Stevie Wonder could chuck a football), manages somehow, (chortle), to gasp out his final words, (which are, of course, cryptic--even though they are the key to "the very survival of mankind itself").
Incredibly, (by comparison with the next eighty minutes), that scene is one of the more believable moments in this disgrace. There is not a single shred of even grade-school scientific knowledge evident in this--supposedly, science fiction--film.
I felt considerable sympathy for the actors, most of whom, I feel sure, have sequestered themselves in remote caves, living on lichens and grubs rather than show themselves in public after this. Frankly, if I found myself cast in such an embarrassingly dreadful flick, my first thought would be to cast my agent into an active volcano.
The main premise--if you stoop to call it that--is that the Earth suddenly, instantly, stops rotating about its axis, (the mechanism by which this occurs is so dim-witted as not to be worthy of serious mention). Oddly, most people don't seem notice this drastic event, save for one or two who wonder why the sun is still overhead at midnight.
So. If the Earth *were* to stop suddenly, wouldn't you mention it to someone? Well, no, as it turns out, because you wouldn't be alive to do so--having been killed within microseconds as a result of the catastrophe.
Though you don't notice, (because it rotates *with* the Earth at the same speed), the atmosphere travels at a speed of about 1,100 miles-per-hour at the equator. Even if the Earth could, somehow, instantly stop rotating, the atmosphere wouldn't; suddenly supersonic winds, would sweep the Earth clear of you, your house, forests, skyscrapers, politicians, the entire body of work of Jerry Lewis, and the offices of the SyFy channel.
Even ignoring the reality of those winds, your own inertia would fling you into the stratosphere, along with every car, locomotive, building, oil tanker and chupacabra on the planet.
But wait! There's more!
The Earth masses some six sextillion tons: If it suddenly came to a screeching halt, well, the energy of that tremendous inertia has to go somewhere--and so it would. It would be expressed as heat. Lots of heat. We're talking a mind-bogglingly amount of heat, here. The entire planet would become almost instantaneously molten.
Between inertia, the hyper-hurricane winds and the all-encompassing lava, nothing whatsoever would survive: Not even that inedible fruitcake that gets re-gifted and passed on to successive generations during the holidays.
There is more than a century of excellent science fiction available--much in the public domain. Why, instead of harvesting that treasure-trove and producing works of quality, the executives at SyFy keep foisting such imbecility as "Earth's Final Hours" onto the public is an utter mystery. And an insult.
Not to mock to the Vietnam War protests, I nonetheless appeal to SyFy to "Stop The Bombing."
Did I mention the movie was awful?
This is yet another of the mind-numbing, inane films penned by writers who couldn't find their own heads with both hands and a "brainless twit" detector, and cranked out on a far-too-regular basis by the SyFy channel.
I shall not dwell on the acting, because let's face it: Who can concentrate on the acting when your neurons are recoiling in horror at the lines the actors are forced, (I suspect, at gunpoint), to say? Nor shall I long dwell on the laughably lame-brained scene in which a scientist with an enormous hole through his chest, (front-to-back, and through which, even Stevie Wonder could chuck a football), manages somehow, (chortle), to gasp out his final words, (which are, of course, cryptic--even though they are the key to "the very survival of mankind itself").
Incredibly, (by comparison with the next eighty minutes), that scene is one of the more believable moments in this disgrace. There is not a single shred of even grade-school scientific knowledge evident in this--supposedly, science fiction--film.
I felt considerable sympathy for the actors, most of whom, I feel sure, have sequestered themselves in remote caves, living on lichens and grubs rather than show themselves in public after this. Frankly, if I found myself cast in such an embarrassingly dreadful flick, my first thought would be to cast my agent into an active volcano.
The main premise--if you stoop to call it that--is that the Earth suddenly, instantly, stops rotating about its axis, (the mechanism by which this occurs is so dim-witted as not to be worthy of serious mention). Oddly, most people don't seem notice this drastic event, save for one or two who wonder why the sun is still overhead at midnight.
So. If the Earth *were* to stop suddenly, wouldn't you mention it to someone? Well, no, as it turns out, because you wouldn't be alive to do so--having been killed within microseconds as a result of the catastrophe.
Though you don't notice, (because it rotates *with* the Earth at the same speed), the atmosphere travels at a speed of about 1,100 miles-per-hour at the equator. Even if the Earth could, somehow, instantly stop rotating, the atmosphere wouldn't; suddenly supersonic winds, would sweep the Earth clear of you, your house, forests, skyscrapers, politicians, the entire body of work of Jerry Lewis, and the offices of the SyFy channel.
Even ignoring the reality of those winds, your own inertia would fling you into the stratosphere, along with every car, locomotive, building, oil tanker and chupacabra on the planet.
But wait! There's more!
The Earth masses some six sextillion tons: If it suddenly came to a screeching halt, well, the energy of that tremendous inertia has to go somewhere--and so it would. It would be expressed as heat. Lots of heat. We're talking a mind-bogglingly amount of heat, here. The entire planet would become almost instantaneously molten.
Between inertia, the hyper-hurricane winds and the all-encompassing lava, nothing whatsoever would survive: Not even that inedible fruitcake that gets re-gifted and passed on to successive generations during the holidays.
There is more than a century of excellent science fiction available--much in the public domain. Why, instead of harvesting that treasure-trove and producing works of quality, the executives at SyFy keep foisting such imbecility as "Earth's Final Hours" onto the public is an utter mystery. And an insult.
Not to mock to the Vietnam War protests, I nonetheless appeal to SyFy to "Stop The Bombing."
Did I mention the movie was awful?
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