Crimespree runs a regular column on writers’ guilty movie pleasures. This week I spill all.
I’m a massive fan of disaster movies. I grew up in the ’70s, the decade that gave us Earthquake and The Poseidon Adventure. A love of catastrophe is in my blood. And disaster movies are about who dies, who survives, and why — courage, cowardice, smarts, muscle, pluck, or dumb luck. We watch to figure out how to avoid doom, and because we imagine that we’ll be among the hardy few who survive the apocalypse, unlike that annoying boss and the snippy girls who teased us in high school.
You can find out about my true love of awful sci fi at the link.