三角花瓶怎么折:急求电影《后天》的内容介绍 要英文的

The main characters in "The Day After Tomorrow" are Dennis Quaid's Jack, a brilliant but abrasive paleo-climatologist -- his work predicted the catastrophe, but no one would listen -- and Jack's brilliant but underloved son, Sam, who is played by Jake Gyllenhaal. The movie was made by the paleo-writer-director Roland Emmerich; he collaborated on the screenplay with Jeffrey Nachmanoff. While subtlety has never been Mr. Emmerich's strong suit, he's a showman with a gift for choosing big subjects to please, or at least attract, big crowds ("Independence Day" in 1996, "Godzilla" two years later).
Before this latest would-be epic opened, speculation centered on how fast and loose it would play with science. The answer is preposterously fast, and mostly loose. A cascade of climate changes has been accelerated beyond the point of absurdity for dramatic effect -- the scale is weeks rather than decades or centuries -- though many scientists do see some of those changes as possibilities at some unpredictable time in the future. Another question is whether the fictional elements are goofy enough to be entertaining -- one of the highlights of "Independence Day" was Will Smith punching out an alien invader -- or simply hapless and hopelessly dumb. The answer to that varies from scene to scene, though, as a whole, "The Day After Tomorrow" moves slowly enough to give the impression, by the end, that it started the day before yesterday.
The production has memorable highlights of its own. In the dismantling of Los Angeles, one tornado erases the Hollywood sign, another takes out the Capitol Records building, maybe in heavenly retribution for the price of CD's. A handsome president who suggests George W. Bush gets a laugh -- a bad laugh for Republicans -- when, in the midst of the emerging chaos, he turns to a vice president who suggests Dick Cheney and asks anxiously, "What do you think we should do?" The digital effects are much superior to what's been seen thus far in this early summer season: a tsunami swamping Manhattan, the Statue of Liberty in deeper distress than at any time since "Planet Of the Apes," vivid simulations of titanic（enormous, huge） weather systems gone cosmically bonkers. And there's such a sharp edge to one brief section about Mexico closing its borders to illegal immigrants from the north that you wonder if Terry Southern might be alive and well and writing under another name.
But "The Day After Tomorrow" could hardly be farther from "Dr. Strangelove." Having engaged our interest, and anxiety, with its timely warning about our fragile biosphere -- one of the best moments comes when a scientist tells the president, "You didn't want to hear about the science when it could have made a difference" -- the movie trivializes the subject in its default mode of plodding melodrama.
Slobbering wolves escape from the Central Park Zoo to terrorize the city. A prim librarian sits doggedly at her desk in Manhattan's 42nd Street library, even though the streets outside are beneath 50 feet of water. Jack, the paleo-climatologist, redeems himself as a father by leaving blizzard-swept Washington to save his son Sam, trapped in ice- locked New York: "I've walked that far in the snow," he insists. When the temperature drops 10 degrees per second and Sam is embraced by his Mensa-bright inamorata, played by Emmy Rossum, she explains, helpfully, "I'm using my body heat to warm you." And when the planet's upheavals finally subside, leaving the northern hemisphere in a new ice age, the movie cuts to an orbiting astronaut who gazes down, then says cheerfully to a crewman, "Look at that, have you ever seen the air so clear?" How's that for heartcooling?