Great Film: The Day After Tomorrow
It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel okay.
"The Day After Tomorrow" is a disaster movie, but it isn't a disastrous
one. But if Roland Emmerich really thought he was making a movie with a
message, he didn't quite succeed - to be honest, Emmerich is to serious
film-making as Naomi Wolf is to recommending "Voluptuous" magazine. The
fact that the movie begins with the Twentieth Century Fox logo under
stormy skies doesn't make it any more significant.
Well-intentioned it may be, but the movie's plot takes second place to
the imagery - the opening credits over an icy landscape, the massive
weather systems over the planet, colossal hailstones pelting down on
Tokyo, snowstorms over India, tidal waves - and the numerous effects
houses make it an eye candy feast, especially for people with a grudge
against the Big Apple (kudos to Industrial Light and Magic, Digital
Domain and all the less renowned FX companies involved). So on that
level, it works; the music by Harald Kloser and Thomas Wanker is also a
bonus, being more restrained and serious in its support than is usually
the way with Emmerich movies.
And then there's the script - it has a whole load of characters but
doesn't do much with any of them. Example: Climatologist Dennis Quaid's
relationship with son Jake Gyllenhaal doesn't seem to be as estranged
as it's intended to be, and similarly the friendship Quaid has with a
longtime colleague gets about as much emphasis as the crush his younger
colleague has on fellow scientist Tamlyn Tomita (and the movie pays for
it later on in a sequence shamelessly ripped off from "Vertical Limit,"
which has little of the emotional resonance it should). In fact, all
the human elements - Gyllenhaal's repressed feelings for classmate Emmy
Rossum, his doctor mother Sela Ward's problems with a young patient,
etc - all of them are underdeveloped or just plain undeveloped, and
some moments practically scream "Contrived Climax Ahoy!"
Those moments are there because "The Day After Tomorrow" doesn't have
an enemy as a natural outgrowth of its story; the elements aren't
really villainous as they have no concept of right or wrong, and the
closest thing to a villain here is the current administration in the
White House, so Emmerich and co-writer Jeffrey Nachmanoff have to
impose a tangible enemy (why else are those wolves there?) on the
proceedings. This does help things from getting totally boring in the
second half, though it's still pretty watchable even then - but if some
more thought had been put into the screenplay, like exploring the
characters or developing the promising ideas therein (like Americans
fleeing to Mexico, or further looks at the Government side), it would
have carried more weight and made the movie into more than an
improvement on "Godzilla."
As it is, it's a competently done if implausible attention-holder that
wants to be more; that it actually had the potential to be more makes
it a bit of a disappointment, but at least it's a watchable one.
Cast
- Jack Hall played by Dennis Quaid
- Jason Evans played by Dash Mihok
- Sam Hall played by Jake Gyllenhaal
- Vice President Becker played by Kenneth Welsh
- Terry Rapson played by Ian Holm
- Laura Chapman played by Emmy Rossum
- Frank Harris played by Jay O. Sanders







