The Sum of All Fears (thing)

Guilty admission. I *liked* this movie. It was really nowhere near as bad as I had been expecting. Other than Affleck, of course, but given the depth of Clancy's characterizations (see 'lack thereof') he was arguably even better suited than Baldwin, who really seems to need to believe he's the suavest bastard in creation. Affleck, on the other hand, just comes across like he's about fourteen and can't understand why the bigger kid just kicked him in the nuts for mouthing off.

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Things I think the movie actually did better/more plausibly than the book:

1. The bomb. The book had some elaborate 'new tech' means of converting a perfectly usable fission weapon into an elaborate fusion device, which seemed a bit pointless given that their target was Denver (in the book). The movie made much, much more sense - given everything that had been in a working bomb, they simply needed to rebuild a working bomb (which simply has to fit into a vending machine rather than a tight streamlined bomb casing). A 1/4 Hiroshima is just fine for what they wanted. I mean, hell, it's Baltimore - you're not going to get DC from there without a honking big airburst, so why bother? It goes bang, it kills the President, it makes a mushroom cloud and fallout, that's all you need.
2. The delivery. The book had them ship it in to the US and then drive the $)@#)$ thing across the country to deliver it to, again, Denver. Why Denver? Gawd only knows. Maybe Clancy just can't picture a Super Bowl in Baltimore.
3. The event. No pointless 'last second chases' as someones' hands close futilely on the door of the device; no calm-at-the-end looks of 'well, we screwed it, chaps' as the balloon goes up. Nope, they did know generally where it was and when, but that was all...and they weren't even close to finding it. They didn't try to search for it, either. I love those scenes in movies - "Okay, somewhere in Giants' Stadium is a device the size of a mini beer keg, likely with no external clues as to its purpose. Oh, and the Super Bowl is being held there today. Go fetch."
4. The provocation. in the book, neo-nazi whackos put on Russian uniforms and (of all things) started a ground action in Berlin vs. NATO. Uh? This spawned a tank-to-tank action, which spiraled, and...none of that crap here; it took *one* venal guy (Russian Maritime Strike Commander) to send his crews off to shoot up a U.S. CVBG, during the 'fog of war' following the initial detonation and during the resultant alert. Much, much more believable. Less likely to be questioned (not a nuclear release), harder to recall, harder to deny/investigate, etc.
5. The spiraling craziness on NEACP. In the book, Ryan (suddenly the Director of Intel, or some such) actually has to face down the national security advisor who is, conveniently, a jealous, shallow, annoying, bitchy female who loses her head in a crisis. Here, we see the President(s) surrounded by well-meaning assistants and advisors who start out with divided opinions and move into consensus (on the wrong thing) due to lack of information, confusion and stress.
6. The motorcade escape. They did all that right. Screw the public, get the Man outta there, run run run, and when they did take it on the chin, Marine One came in, grabbed Hizzoner and anyone standing and ran them to Andrews/NEACP and burned turbines getting off the freaking ground. Kudos on showing the air-to-air gassing of NEACP, too.

Problems I had with the movie:

1. Lack of weapon effects. They dealt with the radiologicals fairly well: "Jack, it's all going north and east..." which not only is the prevailing pattern in Baltimore but puts it all out over the Atlantic. Plus, it's a really small bang. However, I find it hilarious that all the rescue teams are running around in the ruins using - wait for it - cell phones. Christ, if 9/11 taught us one thing it's that even if the systems survive (survive close range EMP? Suuuure) we humans can jam them up trying to call Mama Jo and Little Billy in the Blast Zone quicker'n you can say 'grandkid ashes.' The few visuals of Baltimore were, I thought, really well done - most tallish buildings still up but destroyed/burning, lower down stuff at a distance from the stadium not so bad.
2. Instant PocketPC email direct from a nuclear blast zone to a secret contact in the Russian government that doesn't seem to need a password that...nevermind, you get the idea.
3. The clichéd 'Oh, we got a young guy with an earring hacking the bad guy's computer, which is serving on a constant Internet connection despite sitting under a desk in Damascus.' Schyeah. And I keep my secret plans to anally rape Karl Rove with a steel spiked dildo on my Mac just in case I forget 'em.