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In times past, going to see a disaster film involved sitting through a number of scenes designed to make you bond with a main character so you cared when a building collapsed on them in spectacular fashion. While the narrative was an essential device to place your characters in the path of mild peril, an emotional commitment wasn’t required as long as the White House blew up in the first twenty minutes.
For a while, it looked as though CGI would provide the answer to all our questions. What would it look like if a massive tsunami hit New York City? Could John Cusack outrun an exploding volcano in a camper van? Is it possible to render an alien unconscious with a single punch? The only limit to what we could watch was the imagination of Roland Emmerich. What could possibly go wrong?
Kelly Welles 