Sound and fury sig­nify noth­ing

Piako Post - - ENTERTAINMENT -

Geostorm, play­ing a satel­lite en­gi­neer – un­ac­count­ably gifted with his fists, nat­u­rally – who is try­ing to avert the end of the freakin’ world while fran­ti­cally whirling around on an ex­plod­ing space sta­tion. The set up tells us that in 2019 cli­mate change has got so far off the leash that hu­man­ity’s sur­vival is threat­ened. Cue a whole lot of cut-rate CGI var­i­ously burn­ing, freez­ing or drown­ing a few hun­dred over-emot­ing ex­tras in a com­pen­dium of scenes that look un­can­nily like out-takes from Roland Em­merich’s 2012 and The Day Af­ter To­mor­row. Geostorm direc­tor Dean Devlin is a friend and col­league of Em­merich’s, so this might ac­tu­ally be true. Hu­man­ity saved it­self, we are told, by build­ing a net of satel­lites to con­trol the cli­mate. But now some pesky vil­lain has planted a virus in the satel­lites, caus­ing them to ei­ther in­cin­er­ate or freeze a bunch of lo­ca­tions where, pre­sum­ably, the tax in­cen­tives for film­ing were the most gen­er­ous.

The fact that the sal­va­tion of the world even­tu­ally comes down to a whole bunch of lu­di­crous male pos­tur­ing, a car chase and a fist fight won’t sur­prise any­one at all. Lis­ten, Geostorm isn’t a truly dread­ful film. With But­ler, Ed Harris, Ab­bie Cor­nish and Andy Gar­cia all on board, it is at least acted with a de­gree of con­vic­tion and brio. But Geostorm is tonedeaf, wit­less, oddly un­spec­tac­u­lar and ut­terly dis­pos­able. Wait for the (le­gal) down­load. – Graeme Tuck­ett

Ger­ard But­ler is in his el­e­ment in Geostorm, which suf­fers badly from Dooms­day deja vu.

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