Why I love disaster films!

I love disaster films.

Give me a huge meteorite headed straight for earth, or any one word related to nature titled film-
Volcano!
Tsunami!
Earthquake!
Hurricane!
Tornados!
Comet!
Blizzard!
Artic Ice Storm!
(OK, yes, I made the last one up, just because of where I’m living right now…)

And giant mutant lizards and never before seen aberrations of nature sized monkeys and living dinosaurs either forgotten by time or created in the lab from DNA found in the blood of a mosquito stuck in amber a few eons ago.

I’ll take anything from some unknown planet, from some far reach of the galaxy, with some unknown intent and design for human kind from “To Serve Man” (It’s a cookbook!) to Alien (Does it always drool like that or just when it’s about to eat?) as long as there is not an overabundance of blood and gore.

You can keep the wild eyed slashers, the limb chewing, hazy eyed zombies and the demons that make the walls bleed. I’m not looking for a gross fest, just a nail biting, blanket tunneling, small jump with a little shriek good time.

Because honestly, nothing makes my life seem as quiet, easy and sane as watching a disaster film. I mean, hey, my life is perfectly fine, at least I’m not stuck in the back of an overturned truck with a T-rex trying to nuzzle it’s way through the window.

And yes, it may be snowing but the sun has not, I repeat, has not imploded and the entire world has not frozen solid in a matter of seconds, and we do not have to live in tunnels to avoid freezing.

I mean, how can I possibly be concerned about the infintesimal problems in my life when I’ve just survived the War of the Worlds or Armageddon?

Problems?
Yes.
Prozac?
No thanks, just give me a handful of disaster films and a few hours to watch them and I will be just fine.