Big ass meteor. Size of Texas. Must stop it or world is
destroyed. Sooooo . . . let's get Bruce Willis, replete with
southern accent that fades in and out (much like Costner's stab
at English for "Robin Hood"). Add Steve Buscemi for all
the one-liners. Ben Affleck for the chicks (is it me, or will Mr.
Affleck appear learning disabled in all his films?) A few other
quirky folk to make up the oil rig drilling team that will dig
into the meteor and blow it apart. Liv Tyler as Willis'
daughter/Affleck's fiance. Guess what? Daddy objects. Okay, now give me director Michael Bay ("The Rock") and
hey, fuck a movie, let's just string 16 music videos together and
you have . . . Armageddon. Half MTV/half TWA commercial, an
unintentionally funny, paint-by-numbers schlockfest. Watchable,
big, vomit-inducing in its over-the-top hero/love crap, just an
execrable film.
Good point: prior to the big meteor, smaller ones hit earth. One
such smaller meteor strikes Paris. Paris is decimated.
Best part of the movie.
