No, 2012 is not quite the pointless cinematic exercise that G.I. Joe was, as I noted in my review last week. But that hardly means that Roland Emmerich's disasterpiece is unworthy of its own tone poem.
No, 2012 is not quite the pointless cinematic exercise that G.I. Joe was, as I noted in my review last week. But that hardly means that Roland Emmerich's disasterpiece is unworthy of its own tone poem.