This curious, unexpected story had me in its grasp… before dropping me like a bad habit.
Hart and Cranston are flawlessly cast, and I’d love to see more of their chemistry.
This is, without question, the most artistic homage to dog shit ever filmed.
It’s exactly the film that May and Taylor wanted, and it’s a complete bore.
A tedious experience that made me cringe more than applaud or smile.
Leans more toward unintentional comedy than summer blockbuster disaster movie.
It holds the tension with the empathy and effectiveness of a large metal vise.
Sadly only inherits the bad habits of the worst M. Night Shyamalan films.
A film bursting with potential that slowly deflates like an overfilled balloon.
Director Kormákur seems to have a knack for draining all of the energy out of life’s most epic stories.