Dip Empact.

Film Of the two global destruction comet films released in 1998, Deep Impact is clearly in retrospect the masterpiece, one you'd choose to watch again, especially if you're in the mood for a weep, a weeeep. If Robert Duvall reading Moby Dick to Ron Eldard (Shep from e.r., err, granddad) doesn't do it, then Tea Leoni embracing Maximilian Schell on the beach surely will. Much as I enjoyed San Andreas, it's no Deep Impact (it's not even The Core either but that's a whole other apocalyptic vision).

Either way, the science is the science of these things and io9 have asked a scientist to talk about that:
"Yes, the graphics are, indeed, lovely! We get a nice draw-down of the trough arriving before the crest (although, Dear Hollywood, the odds are 50/50 the crest will arrive first and our heroes will have no warning of their impending doom...) and a huge wall of rapidly-rising water that doesn’t crest. But it’s only one wave. A real tsunami is a whole series of waves, like incredibly devastating ripples in pond triggered by a catastrophically huge pebble carelessly tossed in by the Lord High Director of Impending Doom. Not only that, but the first wave isn’t necessarily the biggest one, especially since nasty constructive interference effects of advancing and retreating waves can spike that tsunami even higher."
Nevertheless, weep. Weeeep. [via]

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