It is the kind of film in which having a British accent will get you punched in the face, but the fact that Gerald Butler talks like Sean Connery in that weird sequence from The Untouchables? Nobody cares.

The script, every scene of which you've seen 100 times already, ends with a sermon urging us to unite and salvage the future, though this rings hollow coming at the end of a $120 million exercise in sci-fi denial.

... the level of boredom I experienced during Geostorm ought to qualify as at least a second-degree felony in the state of New York.

It plods along failing to muster even the slightest bit of energy.