Perhaps the real theme of this movie would be that of a farm mother's adulterous yeranings for a young african-american airman tending his country's subterranean phallic symbols in a world wide contest for supremacy. She is annihilated in an intense flux of neutrons and the airman survives to drag about with a vest full of baby ruth candy bars, wearing some really cool shades, accompanied by his diminutive side kick as his hair falls out in clumps. The masses of dazed survivors shuffling along the roads of Missouri in the fallout darkened twilight reminds one of Napoleon's battered army retreating from the gates of Moscow. Both the farm woman and the forbidden airman suffer the consequences of the damned in this modern day Sodom and Gomorrah. The acting in this made for TV epic is magnificently bad. I mean it really has a surrealistically campy quality. I just love to do this nuclear holocaust dance on my living room floor as the warheads come zeroing in and everything goes topsy turvy. Getting zapped by thermonuclear warheads exceeds any acid trip I can imagine. A good dark film to watch on a holiday like thanksgiving.
Review of The Day After
