"Dad. What can make clouds like that?" "Glaciers, fast moving glaciers." Are you kidding me? Yes, these self-propelled glaciers moved from Iceland (or Greenland) 1,000 miles to Maine in two hours supposedly ejected from their moorings by volcanic activity without slowing down. Never mind that the scientists calculated the speed at 200 mph. And the protagonists are trying to beat the angry glacier to New York City (389 miles) in a succession of cars in six hours. That timeline makes no sense. The dialogue is inane, The characterizations moronic. The special affects (details) laughable. And I had no idea there were palm trees in Maine that need trimming by 100 foot long ice crystals pooped from the glacier. (I know some Mainers read my blog...please confirm about the palm trees.)
Yes, this Monday morning wake-up call has little to do with the craft of writing...or maybe it does. And yes, the picture of author Peter Bernhardt, The Stasi File, is as arbitrary as the alpine village with 13,000 foot peaks in Newfoundland being swallowed up by the 200 foot tall glacier.