while the shrub scrubs his brushes in crawford, i sense world changing events afoot. it might not be the day after tomorrow, but soon. i see a man in flowing robes, perhaps he is a climatologist looking for his son amid great crisis or else he is a figurehead for a shadowy band of militant religious fanatics bent on murder and mayhem. his name might be george, or it could be osama saddam. either way, there will be too much focus on special effects and not enough effort put into writing a reasonable plot. im sure tom will agree with this when the time comes for his prereview.