Addendum 2: So, having just endured The Day After Tomorrow, and possessed of the certainty that my only possible act of vengeance against the fools who perpetrated the first Worst Film of Summer 2004 is to warn people to stay far, far away, I sit down to say bad things about it. And find myself realizing that will only be allowing Roland Emmerich to steal that much more of my life. I don't know why I did this to myself. Usually, my masochism has a vaguely constructive edge to it. I wouldn't even know where to start with an actual review. The spectacularly bad science? The cynical dashes of patriotism? The ridiculous plot? The bloodless, cartoon violence? Suffice to say, if you've somehow already sat through such sterling turkeys as Independence Day, Armageddon, Volcano, and Twister, there's no reason to suffer this incredibly silly smarm-fest of a flash-frozen turd. The Day After Tomorrow, at best, is no more than various elements of those films patched together, with a whole lot of CGI snow dumped on top in the hope that maybe no one will notice. No, I'm not kidding. It's that bad. At least, and then some.
But we still have Kid Night. Spooky and I rented the unrated, extended cut of Underworld for our Kid Night movie. No, it's not great cinema, but at least it's honest.