The Earth's core is coming to a screeching halt. In three months we'll all be toast, because the things that keep Earth from being the cat in the microwave will be destroyed. Someone has to get down there and give that sucker a goose!
This is a fun, Jules Verne-ish, kind of movie, so never mind trying to pin down the technology. It is pulp science fiction, written with humor and heart.
Never mind that Dr. Ed 'Braz' Brazzelton (Delroy Lindo)---a genius whose research was stolen by his former colleague, the archly slimy genius and careerist, Dr. Conrad Zimsky (Stanley Tucci)--- has retreated to the desert where, with no apparent source of funds, he putters around building what appears to be a massive gattling-laser and develops materials with marvelous qualities found nowhere else on Earth.
Never mind that Zimsky's own pet project, Destini, the most powerful weapon of mass destruction ever conceived looks something like a giant sparkplug.
Never mind that billions are spent to build the core-boring ship (christened Virgil, after the poet who descended into Hell), a vessel that must withstand unimaginably high temperatures and pressures, and...when it gets stuck among giant crystals down there, the crew can get out in their thin little suits to work it free.
Never mind that these top flight scientists and engineers calculate distances in feet and miles.
Oh, and perhaps the oddest anomaly-when three of the crew have to choose which of them is to carry out a crucial, and perhaps fatal, task, they draw straws. Yep, three broom straws. You have to have experienced Virgil to appreciate the incongruity. Did the cleaning lady perhaps leave them behind while tidying up the ship?
Somewhere in the film critics' restroom, there must be scrawled on the wall: "For a fun time, go see The Core."
This is a fun, Jules Verne-ish, kind of movie, so never mind trying to pin down the technology. It is pulp science fiction, written with humor and heart.
Never mind that Dr. Ed 'Braz' Brazzelton (Delroy Lindo)---a genius whose research was stolen by his former colleague, the archly slimy genius and careerist, Dr. Conrad Zimsky (Stanley Tucci)--- has retreated to the desert where, with no apparent source of funds, he putters around building what appears to be a massive gattling-laser and develops materials with marvelous qualities found nowhere else on Earth.
Never mind that Zimsky's own pet project, Destini, the most powerful weapon of mass destruction ever conceived looks something like a giant sparkplug.
Never mind that billions are spent to build the core-boring ship (christened Virgil, after the poet who descended into Hell), a vessel that must withstand unimaginably high temperatures and pressures, and...when it gets stuck among giant crystals down there, the crew can get out in their thin little suits to work it free.
Never mind that these top flight scientists and engineers calculate distances in feet and miles.
Oh, and perhaps the oddest anomaly-when three of the crew have to choose which of them is to carry out a crucial, and perhaps fatal, task, they draw straws. Yep, three broom straws. You have to have experienced Virgil to appreciate the incongruity. Did the cleaning lady perhaps leave them behind while tidying up the ship?
Somewhere in the film critics' restroom, there must be scrawled on the wall: "For a fun time, go see The Core."