Those Mayans, eh? Just because they got sick of making a calendar that dated far beyond anything they could ever imagine, Roland Emmerich decided to use their laziness as an excuse to stage the end of the world.
Except it’s not really the end of the world, just a shift in a few continents. Basically
has a bigger cast, bigger budget and, alright, bigger aspirations than Emmerich’s alien flick, but in the end it’s just a bigger mess. Shame.