Basically, a great big hidden volcano tries to push its way up through Wilshire Boulevard in Los Angeles. Tommy Lee Jones, Anne Heche, Gabby Hoffman and Don Cheadle try to stop it. Or something. The plot doesn’t make much sense, and the characters make even less. But what you do get is plenty of bogus geological information, plenty of fire and explosions, plenty of L.A. landmarks being destroyed, plenty of running around, and plenty of bad dialogue and overacting. But most of all, you get clichés — lots and lots of your favorite movie clichés.
The end result is a cheeseball classic for the ages.
Oh, there are just so many, where do I begin?
“You don’t understand — he’s my responsibility!”
“It burns! It burns!”
“Man, this Hieronymous Bosch is heavy!”
“I’m about to become the volcano version of Rodney King!”
“There’s no history of anything until it happens. Then there is.”
This was nominated for a Razzie for “Worst Reckless Disregard for Human Life and Public Property,” but lost out to “Con Air.”
“Dante’s Peak” (1997).
Take a Look:
Oh no! Not Angelyne!
Um… Can 12″ of concrete really stop a raging lava flow?
The Beverly Center is demolished by unnecessary zooms: