Mr Roth is now twatmeister supreme. If the title of the film makes you think "earthquake," you're on target, for the film's publicity materials point with embarrassing pride to its use of the actual still-in-ruins locations of various spots that this horrific (8.8 MMS) earthquake leveled. If the "use" had resulted in something other than this particularly ugly and dead-on-arrival piece of crap, the boast might seem less idiotic.
TrustMovies, two years for Greencine), I have not encountered as many walk-out by critics as I saw during Aftershock, beginning about one third of the way along and continuing thereafter. And guess what? For the first time in my own history as a critic, after one hour, I finally joined them. If this forbids your taking my review seriously, so be it. But I'll tell you that the chilly April weather and rain falling outside on 59th Street felt bracing and cleansing after this shit.
Radius TWC and running 90 minutes, the movie opens this Friday, as they say, "everywhere" -- which in this case means 26 cities on over 100 screens (plus VOD). And you can access showtimes and venues, I am told, by clicking here.