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Why 2012 is the great­est block­buster of the 21st century

13 Jul 2016

Illustration of a man's face in a pop art style, with black outlines and vibrant red colouring.
Illustration of a man's face in a pop art style, with black outlines and vibrant red colouring.
Lay­ing siege to Earth’s most beloved loca­tions, this is Roland Emmerich’s most per­fect repli­ca of the dis­as­ter flicks of the 1970s.

Direc­tor Roland Emmerich is at his best dur­ing the wan­ton cin­e­mat­ic destruc­tion of UNESCO world her­itage sites. From Inde­pen­dence Day to The Day After Tomor­row, he’s knocked the head off the Stat­ue of Lib­er­ty, wrecked the Hol­ly­wood sign, and crum­bled Christ the Redeemer like a bis­cuit. A cur­so­ry Google search will intro­duce you to any num­ber of video mon­tages of his whole­sale CGI annihilation.

Here is a film­mak­er whose sen­si­bil­i­ty – one of broad, clum­sy strokes – is per­fect­ly suit­ed to the dis­as­ter movie. Implau­si­bil­i­ty is eas­i­er to over­look when an air­craft car­ri­er is crash­ing into the White House. It’s for this rea­son that Emmerich’s treat­ment of more del­i­cate sub­ject mat­ter, as in The Patri­ot or the recent Stonewall, is far less palat­able. But that ham-fist­ed approach feels at home in the ter­ri­to­ry of the dis­as­ter movie – its large­ness and its wide uni­ver­sal­i­ty make that it seems odd­ly sat­is­fy­ing. Like he’s tick­ing the boxes.

Maybe the purest dis­as­ter movie Emmerich has made – in the old-fash­ioned sense – is 2012. Released in 2009, the much maligned block­buster was pred­i­cat­ed on a (mis­un­der­stood) Mayan prophe­cy about the end of the world – set for 12 Decem­ber, 2012 and, at the time of writ­ing, still leav­ing us wait­ing. Chi­we­tel Ejio­for plays a geol­o­gist who sus­pects some­thing is amiss, and it’s not long before cat­a­stroph­ic dis­as­ters start occur­ring at an unprece­dent­ed rate. Tak­ing us on a tour of soon-to-be totalled world des­ti­na­tions, Emmerich brings his plucky sur­vivors from the lawn of the White House to a lair full of giant Chi­nese mega-arks in which the super-rich intend­ed to weath­er the apoc­a­lypse. One of those sur­vivors is John Cusack, a strug­gling writer moon­light­ing as a limo dri­ver for a Russ­ian bil­lion­aire, who just hap­pens to be his tick­et to safe­ty when Los Ange­les col­laps­es underfoot.

There’s a genre blue­print here, or at least enough famil­iar tropes: emer­gency meet­ings at the White House; nifty count­down clocks; and pre­dictable cuts to reac­tion shots of shocked experts. Producer/​director Irwin Allen built the (shaky, imper­illed) foun­da­tions for the genre in the 1970s. He was respon­si­ble for sev­er­al clas­sics of the era, includ­ing The Tow­er­ing Infer­no and The Posei­don Adven­ture – both pre­cur­sors to Emmerich’s brand of bone-head­ed apoc­a­lyp­tic fun. They share the shock-and-awe explo­sions, the flim­sy plot­lines, and a casu­al approach to real­i­ty. Back in the 70s, Allen worked with A‑listers like Paul New­man and Gene Hack­man, and Emmerich, too, has worked with some bona fide big-name tal­ent, includ­ing Will Smith, Jake Gyl­len­haal and Mel Gibson.

A group of three people standing in an office-like setting, with monitors and displays visible in the background. The two people in the foreground appear to be a man and a woman, both wearing formal attire.

The (almost always male) pro­tag­o­nists of these films can be sep­a­rat­ed into two cat­e­gories: the sci­en­tist and the schlub. The for­mer is the nec­es­sary expert, keep­ing every­one abreast of the sit­u­a­tion and usu­al­ly preter­nat­u­ral­ly wise about what’s to come – think Paul New­man as the archi­tect in The Tow­er­ing Infer­no, or Jeff Gold­blum in Inde­pen­dence Day. The schlub is your worka­day every­man, often divorced, need­ing to prove his hero­ic man­hood by sav­ing (and thus usu­al­ly reunit­ing) his fam­i­ly as Bruce Willis does in Michael Bay’s Armaged­don. 2012 has both sci­en­tist and schlub in Ejio­for and Cusack. Yet as stereo­typ­i­cal as their roles are, they put in an almighty effort, even while chew­ing admit­ted­ly awk­ward bits of dia­logue. They nev­er seem like they’re above the mate­r­i­al. Cusack is per­fect counter-intu­itive cast­ing; he slouch­es, sleepy-eyed, through the end of the world. That famil­iar cyn­i­cal per­sona grounds and coun­ters the absur­di­ty all around him.

Unwit­ting hilar­i­ty may be 2012’s dom­i­nant mode – as when The Vat­i­can cracks down the mid­dle and rolls like a giant bar­rel over thou­sands of pious Ital­ians. But the CGI set pieces are sur­pris­ing­ly effec­tive, par­tic­u­lar­ly one near the begin­ning of the film. A mas­sive earth­quake razes Los Ange­les to the ground, pum­melling it straight into the sea as Cusack wild­ly dri­ves his fam­i­ly through the car­nage in a limo. The pave­ment shud­ders and cracks beneath them as the very fab­ric of the city – all glass, con­crete, under­ground pipes and high­ways – is shak­en loose. Sky­scrap­ers wob­ble around drunk­en­ly, cre­at­ing a gen­uine atmos­phere of phys­i­cal jeopardy.

In response to the cyn­i­cism that sur­rounds his films, Emmerich has said sim­ply: I’m a film­mak­er, not a sci­en­tist.” He’s being fair­ly diplo­mat­ic, but the infer­ence is clear: shut up and eat your damn pop­corn. Of course, it’s not a sin to ask for sum­mer block­busters that are smart or nuanced or mature, but in Emmerich’s case you’re ask­ing the wrong per­son. It’s fool­ish to expect any­thing too seri­ous from one of his dis­as­ter movies. Near the end of 2012, when ris­ing sea lev­els have forced the sur­vivors onto mega-arks in order to sur­vive, Cusack and co have an under­wa­ter near-col­li­sion with – you guessed it – Mt Ever­est. So if you’re plan­ning on set­tling down with 2012 or any oth­er Roland Emmerich dis­as­ter movie this sum­mer (and you should!), embrace it for what it is, and accept what it def­i­nite­ly is not. Because there are very few block­buster direc­tors work­ing today who can so harm­less­ly and glee­ful­ly wreak hav­oc on humanity.

What do you think is the great­est block­buster of the 21st cen­tu­ry? Have your say @LWLies

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