In light of 2001's Pearl Harbor, this megabucks popcorn-spiller from producer Jerry Bruckheimer and director Michael Bay is revealed to be a witty, postmodern exercise (by comparison anyway). There's a meteor "the size of Texas" heading for Earth - as indeed there was in Deep Impact, released the same year - and it's up to Bruce Willis and his motley oil-drilling gang ("the Wrong Stuff") to blast off and save us all. In hallmark Bruckheimer style, it's flashy, overwrought and excessive, but there's a knowing irony in the committee-written script and in the performances of Willis, Billy Bob Thornton and Steve Buscemi. The loved-up subplot is a low point but, within such an expert thrill ride, it's not the end of the world.

When an asteroid threatens to collide with Earth, NASA honcho Dan Truman determines the only way to stop it is to drill into its surface and detonate a nuclear bomb. This leads him to renowned driller Harry Stamper, who agrees to helm the dangerous space mission provided he can bring along his own hotshot crew. Among them is the cocksure A.J. who Harry thinks isn't good enough for his daughter, until the mission proves otherwise.