As there is no way to stop this cataclysm, which was predicted in 2009 by astrophysicist Adrian Helmsley (Chiwetel Ejiofor) and unsuccessful sci-fi novelist Jackson Curtis (John Cusack), the plot is about preparing for The End. Will anyone exist after the geothermal Judgment Day? And if they do, will it be the survival of the fleetest - or the richest?
Jackson, estranged from wife Kate (Amanda Peet), just happens to take his kids to Yellowstone National Park for a camping trip when he sees a familiar lake has dried up and the geothermal activity is more active.
There he encounters crackpot shock jock Charlie Frost (Woody Harrelson), who alerts his listeners to the End of Days. Charlie claims to have intelligence that the super-rich have booked passage on a high-tech Ark that is humanity's only hope. At Yellowstone, Jackson coincidentally encounters Helmsley, one of the three people to read his sci-fi fable about maintaining human cooperation and democracy during a global cataclysm.
Back in Washington, the president (Danny Glover) joins other world leaders in preparing for the end of the old world and the beginning of the new. In a movie like this, plot is just an excuse to jump from one scenic place to the next, watching as they fall into sea and chasm. (What this movie has to do with a Mayan prophecy of the Earth's destruction is anybody's guess.)
The hope is that the heroes can avoid the toppling buildings, buckling roads, and molten rivers, which for the most part they do. As Jackson drives the kids, ex-wife, and her new beau (Tom McCarthy) through a crumbling Los Angeles, I found myself reaching for a phantom video-game controller to help Our Heroes and Heroine defy certain death.
In this disasterthon that runs a draggy 21/2 hours, Emmerich, whose movies specialize in the computer-generated destruction of the world's most beloved landmarks, levels the Rockies, the Andes, and the Himalayas. Devastation strikes sinners and saints. Los Angeles and Las Vegas are Sodom and Gomorrah, the first cities to tumble in the shock waves. Next to go are the holy sites: St. Peter's in Rome and the Christ the Redeemer statue in Rio.
To call 2012 an orgy of disaster is an understatement. It is a saturnalia of disaster reaching from Earth to Pluto and back, a compendium of every disaster movie put together. Given Emmerich's formula of Titanic plus Earthquake plus The Poseidon Adventure, there's a whole lotta shaking and quaking goin' on.
There are some grace notes in his film, like the world leaders who choose to remain with their people rather than covertly use the equivalent of a golden escape hatch. Give Emmerich credit for casting his pictures across the age spectrum so that people of all ages are emotionally invested. But essentially 2012 is a wild ride that says, never mind that eight billion people die, so long as eight movie stars - and a dog - live.
Contact movie critic Carrie Rickey at 215-854-5402 or firstname.lastname@example.org. Read her blog, "Flickgrrl," at http://www.philly.com/philly/blogs/flickgrrl.