Joe Versus the Volcano

One of the darkest, most cynical satires of corporate America ever rebranded as a romantic comedy. The whole thing is like a fever dream of biting satire until Hanks and Ryan's final form finally meet.

When I see the words Tom Hanks, Meg Ryan and romantic comedy all together in a film's description, it's usually back on the shelf before I can read another word. I had good memories of this one, though, so I chanced it and came away happy. Hanks, still early into his burgeoning film career, hits two wildly exaggerated extremes in his portrayal of Joe, the hopeless working stiff who learns he's got roughly six months to live and rediscovers the miracles of spontaneity. Behind the film's absurd premise and a few witty, hilarious caricatures lies a pointed, layered look at the trappings of modern society and the gray fog we spew around ourselves to cope with our dull nine-to-five schedule. It's an original take on the message, and one which is constantly reinforced by a quirky, distinct visual style and playful personality. Hanks is as eccentric as ever, flying around the screen like a kid chasing a superball, while Ryan stretches herself with three wildly different roles. Loads of fun, even if the ending flies a bit over the top.