Someday you’re gonna kill ten thousand in one of these firetraps, and I’ll keep eating smoke and carrying out bodies until someone asks us how to build them.
I suppose it’s just coincidence that this film wrapped 27 years to the day before 9/11, but in the wake of those terrorist attacks, and the ultimate sacrifice of hundreds of rescue personnel, this film carries a level of grim irony. Beyond that, however, Irwin Allen’s clichéd, overblown disaster spectacle offers little in the way of significance.
