Why is it, whenever hollywood envisions the apocalypse, it's always people walking around in the desert? As soon as civilization collapses, all Californians head for that long, lonely highway. It's always in Nevada or Arizona. That's where they decide they should be. I mean, what about the Pacific Northwest? Or Montana? Or Florida? Or Appalachia? Someplace with trees? And fish and game? And fresh water?

This movie is probably a good fit for the entertainment crowd, people who love stage shows, singing and dancing numbers, vaudeville, that sort of thing. But for the rest of us it's just an occasionally funny movie that's apparently meant to be an admission that California liberals are pretty weak, for the most part.

Five out of ten, it made me laugh quite a few times.