First, the characters. Their decisions constantly defy common sense, splitting up at every opportunity, standing perilously on the volcano's edge, or, in the case of background extras, leaping into the water 10 meters from boats that wouldn't let them on at the dock. What was the plan? Convince the crew mid-thrash?
Then there's the daughter. She gets off the doomed plane but doesn't bother texting her parents to let them know she's alive. Instead, they find her and her brother at a trusted old man's house, who also doesn't call them. Later, we learn she called her uncle, so her phone wasn't dead. Priorities?
Time bending is a running theme. While the main couple spends about 10 minutes deciding to head to the hospital and loading their car, rescuers somehow scale cliffs, navigate flaming wreckage, free survivors, transport them to the hospital, and get many treated or into surgery. And judging by the sheer number of survivors, most people somehow survived a fireball collision into a mountainside. Did they hire superheroes?
And then there's that plane. A tsunami slams into it with enough force to obliterate it, yet the fuselage remains intact, passengers survive underwater for who-knows-how-long without drowning, and the plane ends up upright and intact like a soggy bus. Suspension of disbelief? More like outright mockery.
Finally, the water physics. Waves don't politely cancel each other out or magically avoid bays. Water rebounds, interacts chaotically, and doesn't crawl or sprint on cue for dramatic effect. The VFX team must've been inventing their own fluid dynamics.
In the end, staying on La Palma, outside the landslide and volcano zones, would've been smarter than running to Tenerife. If the wave could crest the highest ground, it would've flooded the bay from behind. Geography, like physics, clearly wasn't a priority.
In short, La Palma is a masterclass in bad science, worse decisions, and sheer frustration. Watch it if you enjoy unintentional comedy.
Then there's the daughter. She gets off the doomed plane but doesn't bother texting her parents to let them know she's alive. Instead, they find her and her brother at a trusted old man's house, who also doesn't call them. Later, we learn she called her uncle, so her phone wasn't dead. Priorities?
Time bending is a running theme. While the main couple spends about 10 minutes deciding to head to the hospital and loading their car, rescuers somehow scale cliffs, navigate flaming wreckage, free survivors, transport them to the hospital, and get many treated or into surgery. And judging by the sheer number of survivors, most people somehow survived a fireball collision into a mountainside. Did they hire superheroes?
And then there's that plane. A tsunami slams into it with enough force to obliterate it, yet the fuselage remains intact, passengers survive underwater for who-knows-how-long without drowning, and the plane ends up upright and intact like a soggy bus. Suspension of disbelief? More like outright mockery.
Finally, the water physics. Waves don't politely cancel each other out or magically avoid bays. Water rebounds, interacts chaotically, and doesn't crawl or sprint on cue for dramatic effect. The VFX team must've been inventing their own fluid dynamics.
In the end, staying on La Palma, outside the landslide and volcano zones, would've been smarter than running to Tenerife. If the wave could crest the highest ground, it would've flooded the bay from behind. Geography, like physics, clearly wasn't a priority.
In short, La Palma is a masterclass in bad science, worse decisions, and sheer frustration. Watch it if you enjoy unintentional comedy.