Apparently the spirit of Irwin Allen lives because here we have a disaster flick with all is silly earmarks, onlythis time someone's trying to make a point. Of course the way this film takes one scientific possibility and blows it all out of wack Hollywood style, I imagine that anyone hitching their political agenda wagon to this film is going to loose a good number of points in credibility.

Science-wise, this film dances around afew facts and theories to get what it wants as well as ignoring any possibile solution in order to get the world frozen over inside of a week. Yes, we have frost chasing someone down a corridor, New York City getting flooded by a huge wave then seeing it freeze solid before it can drain back into the sea (which should be almost after the wave withdrew),and a storm super-cell downwhich super-cooledair moves toofast to be warmed up by the environment and yet such high speed refuses to act as the heating element that action alone would be. Amidst this back drop the usual widely-flung characters, including one High School senior that looks more like he's a nineteen year old college student, in a survival plot gleaned from more old world-wide disaster movies that I want to count; just Pick one, any of them, substitute a few names, and that'sthe plot here.

And why is it only the really big cities getting hit. Half a dozen tornados landing in Los Angeles, you'd think it just as probable (or even more so) that they'd end up in some cow field in Santa Barbara. atleadst Godzilla keeps returning to Tokyo because it's probably his old mating grounds or something. Original? Far from it. Socially meaningful? Don't make me laugh.

It does have a couple minorly humorous spots, though (seeing everyone running back INTO Mexico got a group chuckle and cheer), and entertaining in a non-serious matine' sort of way, so in that respect it deserves a rating on my Cheesey Scale. I give it a Swiss.