Gerard Saves the World (and the Movie)

I'm not a fan of disaster movies, but when I saw Gerard Butler had starred in Geostorm, a sci-fi climate turned monstrous movie, I went ahead and watched it. I am a huge fan of Gerard and will watch bascally anything he makes.

Here's the premise: "After an unprecedented series of natural disasters threatened the planet, the world's leaders came together to create an intricate network of satellites to control the global climate and keep everyone safe. But something has gone wrong, as the system built to protect Earth is attacking it." Yeah, the moment the movie presented that they were going to use satellites to control the weather I thought "Someone will weaponize this."

It's wasn't horrible. I read the reviews after I watched the movie and was a little surprised by the nastiness directed at the film. The science is wonky, of couse, and the cast overstuffed with good actors who had maybe two or three moments to shine before being whisked away. The special effects weren't as bad as they were panned. Mainly it's a poorly-written, overly ambitious movie that probably should have had better script editing and cast direction.

But was it awful as the herd said? Nope. Gerard saved it for me. :) Available on Netflix.

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