Geostorm talks about a desert called ‘Registan’ in Afghanistan. Much, much later, the film ventures towards Mumbai as the world is collapsing only to show a distraught slum boy trying to save a street dog (where have you seen that before?).

It’s dull, too earnest for its own good, and like Gerard Butler’s 2016 gem Gods of Egypt, completely unaware of its own silliness. For God’s sake, it’s a movie in which a Scotsman, an Englishman and an Australian play Americans, an Irishman plays an Englishman, an Egyptian plays a Frenchman, and an American plays an Indian.

Come. On.

There’s really nothing spectacular, sustaining or memorable about the catastrophes designed here. There’s not much acting to be had, either. Gerard Butler may be able to save the White house from disaster but the world?

The special effects are all right but in an era where CGI is so commonplace there’s little here that holds your attention. Moreover we’ve seen this stuff before in films like Twister and 2012. The real problem with the film isn’t that it is dumb, it’s that it isn’t nearly dumb enough to warrant a recco. Director Devlin could have gone all out and made a bad movie classic here, but it feels like an opportunity (apart from the ton of resources) has been wasted.