Here's a dilemma: You're living in a South American craphole. Your overbearing, left-wing husband has just been abducted by terrorists who want a few million bucks for his release.
If "Volcano" is any indication, the day isn't too far off when writing can be completely eliminated from the filmmaking process. Exactly how long was the script for this movie anyway? Two pages?
I'm more than certain that Americans across the country will join me in my deep, abiding concern that Hollywood just hasn't portrayed alcoholism as being fun enough.