LOCATION, CONVENIENCE & COMFORT! !!! Live the good life in the beautiful town of Dante's Peak. Custom home, with 4 Bedrooms, 2.5 Baths, Central Air Conditioning, a large Deck, great storage space, and a yard that's just right for entertaining and family fun! It's charm reflects quality care throughout and certainly a comfortable style of living. Oh and by the way, it's located at the base of A FUCKING VOLCANO!

Dante's Peak is your typical 90's disaster flick that glorifies our destruction at the hands of mother nature. In this case a volcano. The greatest aspect of these films, are the local denizens who provide a never-ending supply of stupidity, and of course primarily to pad the body-count.

Dante's Peak starts off by introducing us to a pre-James Bond, Pierce Brosnan (who for the record is easily the third best James Bond) who plays volcanologist Harry Dalton (no relation to James Dalton... bouncer of the Double Deuce played by the world reknowned and well oiled Patrick Swayze in Road House). The opening of this epic shows us Dalton along with his wife fleeing an eruption, establishing right off the bat that he is serious about his craft. So is his wife, at least for a few minutes until a volcanic rock crashes through the roof of their car, and crushes her skull. The remainder of the opening credits show Brosnan trying to re-enact the Stallone "Don't die Micky" scene from Rocky III.

Years later, Dalton arrives at Dante's Peak with a tune on his lips and a kick in his step. Just kidding he's a dark, brooding asshole, and all he sees are dead people at the bottom of a volcano. While everyone tries to brush off his warnings, call him paranoid, crazy, impatient... the one thing they forget to call him is absolutely right. Here's the conversation between the town council, Harry Dalton, and his boss Paul Dreyfus:

Council: "Do we have a volcano problem?"
Harry: "YES!"
Paul: "NO!"
Harry: "YES!"
Paul: "NO!"
Harry: "YES!"
Paul: "NO!"
Harry: "YES!"
Paul: "NO!"
Harry: "YES!"
Paul: "NO!"
Harry: "Ok I guess not."
Paul: "There you go... now we're just gonna go camping on your mountain for fun... and bring a few million dollars worth of seismic equipment with us."
Council: "Ok great. Let's discuss the Bake Sale!"

Now most of us with common sense, would never purchase a home within the vicinity of volcano. Now for the rest of you retards, (and I'm speaking to anyone who willingly voted to have George W. Bush run this country for another 4 years), here are a few simple rules to follow:

Rule #1. If you live in a town that is conveniently located on the side of a volcano, and a group scientists show up to study the volcano. LEAVE!!!! What the fuck?! Don't get me wrong, their wouldn't be a film without morons like these, but holy shit, do you have to wait until your family is on fire to seriously consider evacuation?

Rule #2. Ok so a group of volcano experts hanging out in your town, studying your 'volcano', getting shitfaced in your bar, rapping about the last town that mother nature took a shit on isn't enough to raise your level of concern, here are a few other warning signs:

Rule 2a. When the natural hot springs spa poaches a pair of naked tourists to death.... you might have a volcano.
Rule 2b. When wildlife starts to come down with a slight case of death, and it's not due to the business end of a hunting rifle or the heavy duty steel radials on the ridiculously over-sized pick up truck that you fucking red-necks (and Ryan) consider standard accessories.... you might have a volcano.
Rule 2c. When the drinking water that flows from your faucet tastes like shit (people of Gloucester, Massachussetts please disregard this rule, as everyone and everything in your town looks, smells, and tastes like shit... on second thought, perhaps you should evacuate?).... you might have a volcano.

Rule #3. Don't make any attempts to rescue the stubborn senior citizen who is too proud to leave the home they built and lived in for the last half century. Fuck'em. Instead of one asshole dying, who in all honesty, had it not been for the volcano would have been supporting the fertilizer industry in the near future anway, you risk the lives of how many? Why? The old prune wants to suffer an agonizing death while bathing in molten rock... go for it bitch. Remember just prior to Mt. St. Helens erupting, there was an actual guy who refused to leave his home in spite of repeated warnings? No? Don't worry no one else does either. Way to immortalize yourself as the nameless old jackass who pissed his life away. I digress.

Rule #4. When a volcano expert tells you not to get into a helicopter during an eruption... take that very valuable advice and follow it. Unfortunately this helicopter crash didn't have the typical two civilians hanging off of the struts (the ones that eventually plunge to their deaths, but not before bringing down the entire aircraft due to a weight overload... how unselfish of them.... but generous for us!) but it is loaded to the brim with a bunch of rich assholes seeking to avoid bridge traffic... way to go boys, you beat the rush hour commute.

Rule #5. This perhaps the most important of all the rules. When considering a real estate purchase, try and find a home that isn't constructed on a mountain named after Satan's cock? Hmmmmm? Now, I'm sure the real estate agent will try and wooh and wow you with the price, and assuage your fears by telling you not to worry because the volcano is dormant. Dormant implies that it was once active. Guess what ass. Right now my car is dormant. It will become active again when I start it up.

Dante's Peak follows the disaster movie template to the letter. Little to no character development and completely devoid of story (stubborn townies, conflicting professionals, retards, and even a forced romance). Minimal direction (in most cases these movies have no need for a director, unless the crew needs someone to make a coffee run). The star of the movie is a mountain. If it wasn't for the actors, this movie would be 20 minutes long (and I"m being incredibly generous there). When Dante's Peak does finally erupt the movie turns somewhat good. Great effects. Great destruction. The characters that pissed you off all movie die (except Brosnan). What's not to love?

Grab your remote, jump to the eruption scene on your dvd, sit back, and enjoy. Then get up a few minutes later and watch something else.

Hamlin Grade: 4


Timothy Dalton is the one true James Bond,
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