Review – The Towering Inferno

One sees such sights and what can one say but “Irwin Allen.” This time around it’s a giant building burning down rather than a giant cruise ship flipping over. Otherwise the stories are fairly interchangeable. The disaster begins with some oily rags catching fire in a closet (see everyone, at least in Allen World your mom was right about not storing those there), and by the time it’s done a significant chunk of the ensemble cast have been burned, suffocated, squished or drowned (and yeah, that last one took some doing). This is one of those movies that are ideal if you’re in the mood to heckle something. If nothing else, you ought to be able to make a few jokes at O.J. Simpson’s expense. Mildly amusing