Okay, let's get down to brass dicks. If you're gonna make a movie called "Volcano", one thing you should strive to include is a fucking volcano. That's right- there is no actual volcano in this flick, just a river of magma flowing down the street. They should've just called it "Magma", which is more fun to say anyway. Try it: "mag-ma". That said, I was on board until the part where the little dog escapes just in the nick of time. There is nothing more fucking cloying and obnoxious than a goddamn little dog goddamn escaping in the goddamn nick of time.* Some other annoying things in this flick: smoke rolling back into a crack it came out of like this was some idiot horror movie or something; a guy rushing into a command center and putting on a pre-loosened tie so he can look all harried and on the edge when shit really starts popping off; everyone driving around with their windows rolled down when ash is raining out of the sky; and a main guy who's brilliant plan is to stand right in front of the magma at every opportunity, escape at the very last second, and then stand in front of it again. The ad for this movie said "The Coast is Toast", and it's sort of a movie critic tradition to make fun of it. For example, Roger Ebert said "The Volcano is Drano". Yeah, that doesn't make much sense, but remember, he's fat. Anyway, here's my take:

"The Movie Volcano is a Dumb Piece of Shit".

Take that, Volcano. You dumb piece of shit.

*Unless it's poor people trying to save their homes, or black people and honkies learning to work together, and both of those in here too.