Geostorm (2017)

 

Chaos and Chuckles: Geostorm Unleashes Dean Devlin’s Disaster Dud

Geostorm, released October 20, 2017, by Warner Bros., is a $120 million sci-fi disaster flick that stumbled to $221 million worldwide, a financial flop despite its bloated ambition. Directed by Dean Devlin in his feature debut—produced with Roland Emmerich’s bombast—it stars Gerard Butler as Jake Lawson, a rogue engineer who built “Dutch Boy,” a satellite net controlling Earth’s weather. When it malfunctions—freezing Afghanistan, torching Hong Kong—Jake’s yanked from exile by his brother Max (Jim Sturgess) and U.S. Secretary of State Dekkom (Ed Harris) to fix it aboard the International Climate Space Station (ICSS). A conspiracy unfolds, shot across New Orleans and Dubai, in a 109-minute mess that tanked harder than its storms.

The chaos is loud—tsunamis swamp Rio, lightning zaps Moscow, all CGI-drenched and logic-free, per Box Office Mojo’s $33 million domestic haul. Devlin, with co-writer Paul Guyot, aims for 2012’s scale—Jake’s space brawl, Max’s D.C. dash—but lands in Armageddon’s shadow, sans heart. Chuckles emerge unintentionally—Butler’s “We’ve got a geostorm!” growl, a kid’s “Cool!” as a beach freezes—mocked on X as “so bad it’s good.” Critics trashed it; Rotten Tomatoes hit 17%, Metacritic 21/100, with Variety calling it “disaster porn.” Test screenings bombed, reshoots (via Jerry Bruckheimer) flailed, per THR. A $15 million opening weekend—behind Boo 2!—sealed its doom, per Forbes.

The pacing’s a whirlwind—setup drags, disasters pile chaotically, Jake’s “Who’s sabotaging my satellites?” a thin thread. It’s chaos without stakes—chuckles from clunkiness—a dud that proves not every storm brews success.


The cast is Geostorm’s shaky hull, a chaotic crew lost in the squall. Gerard Butler’s Jake Lawson growls through—Scottish burr intact, his “I built this!” and space punches aim for grit, per LA Times’s “gruff charm.” But he’s a London Has Fallen rerun, per Roger Ebert’s “one-note.” Jim Sturgess’s Max, the suit brother, flails—“We’re on the clock!”—his romance with Secret Service gal Sarah (Abbie Cornish) stiff, per The Guardian’s “zero chemistry.” Cornish’s Sarah kicks ass—“Drive!”—but her quips (“Weather’s a bitch”) fizzle, per NY Times.

Ed Harris’s Dekkom oozes menace—“This is bigger than us”—a conspiracy cog wasted, per Empire. Daniel Wu’s Cheng, a Hong Kong techie, dies fast—“System’s rogue!”—while Alexandra Maria Lara’s Ute, Jake’s ICSS ally, fades into “Yes, Jake” lines, per Collider. Andy Garcia’s President Palma and Eugenio Derbez’s Al Hernandez, a station clown—“Taco Tuesday!”—chase chuckles, landing flat. Devlin’s ensemble drowns in chaos—Butler’s roar, Sturgess’s whine—unintentional laughs aplenty. Variety sighed “miscast mess,” X posts jeered “Gerard phones it in.” They’re a dud’s debris—talent adrift in a storm of nonsense.


Visually and sonically, Geostorm is a chaotic cacophony, all flash, no thunder. Roberto Schaefer’s cinematography swings wild—New Orleans’s skyline gleams, Dubai’s Burj Al Arab drowns in CG waves, per Cinematography World. The chaos peaks—satellites zap Earth, a space station explodes—shot with $60 million in VFX, per The Numbers, but it’s “cartoonish,” per AV Club. ICSS sets impress—practical rigs at NASA’s Michoud facility—yet storms look like The Day After Tomorrow’s rejects, per Letterboxd’s “dated CGI.” Devlin’s disaster reel—tornadoes, heatwaves—dazzles then dulls, per NY Times.

Lorne Balfe’s score blares—synth stabs, drum rolls ape Independence Day, per Soundtrack World, but lack punch, per BBC’s Mark Kermode. Sound design—crashing tides, zapping beams—roars, per Rolling Stone’s “loud mess.” Chuckles—like Al’s “Weather’s nuts!” amid blasts—spark snickers, but chaos overwhelms: a sonic slog, per The Guardian. No pop tracks, just Balfe’s din—reshoots swapped Chris Bacon’s cut, per Film Music Reporter. Flaws? VFX age poorly—X posts scoff “PS3 graphics”—and sound’s “shrill,” per Collider. It’s a sensory dud—chaos drowns craft.


Geostorm’s strength is its chaotic absurdity—a disaster flick so bad it’s memeable. Butler’s “rugged” Jake (LA Times), Harris’s gravitas, and Devlin’s excess flirt with fun—Empire’s “guilty pleasure” nod. The stakes—Earth’s fate, a rogue Dutch Boy—aim big, per Variety, and chuckles—Max’s “Weather’s our enemy now!”—fuel camp appeal, per Roger Ebert’s “unintended hilarity.” Its $221 million haul, buoyed by China ($65 million), beats San Andreas’s $474 million aspirations, per Forbes. X posts since 2020 laugh “Geostorm’s a riot,” a cult dud reborn on streaming, per Netflix Life.

Weaknesses sink it. The plot’s a sieve—NY Times’s “incoherent”—with sabotage twists (Dekkom’s “For America!”) laughably thin, per The Guardian. Pacing’s off—Metacritic’s 21/100 flags “dull stretches”—and characters are “cardboard,” per Collider. CGI’s “shoddy” next to Gravity, per AV Club. At 5/10, it’s a chaotic, chuckle-laced dud—ambition outstrips execution. Legacy?