A real movie disaster.

I can’t agree with the consensus in many circles that this was the absolute worst of the disaster genre -- not with the existence of The Concorde … Airport ’79 -- but it’s pretty lousy.

Here, it's a volcano that devotes itself to spewing some lava on a four-star hotel that a developer, mad with ambition, has built on a Pacific atoll. Naturally, this developer is the only slightly interesting character in the film.

It is not a good movie. It is not even a good bad.