The purported fun in "Disaster Movie" is in the relentless mashing up of pop-culture references: In the first few minutes, the film gropes dazedly for "Armageddon," "10,000 B.C.," "American Gladiators," "Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull" and Amy Winehouse. Does it slow down from there? No, no, no.
That's really what "Disaster Movie" and the rest of its indistinguishable ilk are about: racing, mouth foaming, to include as many films, TV shows and celebrities as possible, as quickly as possible, hoping the audience doesn't notice how few actual jokes are beneath the laughs of recognition. It's a scattershot blast aimed at teens with an extremely short attention span and a girl-fighting fixation.
But that is apparently enough to keep these review-proof opuses coming, with no end in sight. Perhaps they'll eventually make one called "Spoof Movie," which would brilliantly parody the genre by being consistently funny.
Even running out of suitable titles can't stop this juggernaut of mediocrity; not that the story should make a lick of sense, but it's essentially "Cloverfield" -- attractive twentysomethings trying to escape a cataclysm in the city. Presumably, there was no money for creatures, so it's "Disaster," rather than "Monster," movie. Cue the smoke and shaking of cameras.