I tend to give westerns and science fiction a bit more slack before giving up on them, because so many films in those genres are so bad, so I stuck with Extinction, barely. For one thing, I had trouble swallowing the idea that Peter, the guy who later risks his life selflessly, constantly and under extreme duress for his family, would also push his family away in such a cavalier fashion early on because of bad dreams.

And in exploring his life and job and friends and — whatever — there wasn’t much of particular interest there either. The big draw is the fact that these nightmares are signif... read the rest.