A paranoid scientist takes his pregnant wife into a gymnasium-sized fallout shelter during the Cuban Missile Crisis and, under the impression the bombs have begun to drop, waits thirty-five years for the radiation to blow over. Boy, is the joke ever on them: there never was a bomb, only an errant fighter jet crashing conveniently on the front lawn. The bigger joke is that there turns out to be a bomb after all: the movie itself. Brendan Fraser, adding a redundant credit to his earlier Encino Man, as a wide-eyed naif in the decadent Nineties, acts as if applying for admission to the Ozzie Nelson clan. But that's not as painful as the spectacle of a truly gifted, natural, unaffected performer, Sissy Spacek, flattened and broadened into the part of a stir-crazy tippler. With Alicia Silverstone, Christopher Walken, Dave Foley; directed by Hugh Wilson. (1999) — Duncan Shepherd
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