a post-apocalyptic film that constantly juggles so much that the apocalypse seems to just fade into the background. an irradiated dark fairy tale -- vivid, quirky, and most crucially ; absolutely grotty-looking at times like films from the 90s should be. wonderful.

surprisingly funny. i don't even like will ferrell much but the film had a real stroke of genius in pleasing picky little old me by spending most of its time flip-flopping between john c reilly and sacha baron cohen scenes

man, if only our constant technological panopticon was mostly for the pleasure of a weird sleazy guy gooning to it all on 15 monitors at once

fun little film. touches on a lot of surprisingly prescient worries and resolves them by blowing up a bunch of guys made out of blue goo. shoutouts to the death caesarean mooks who clearly didn't want to be stopped by a mere electronics blackout

when you cackle in delight as frank demonstrates the reliability of us army engineering ; when you cheer at the call to send more paramedics ; when you woot and holler for the tarman coming out of his tank to chomp some skinhead skull, the soul of every frenchman who ever visited the grand guignol flows through you like trioxin rain through a cemetary