When Time Ran Out... (1980) (part 8 of 8)

They all walk a little ways, it’s hard to know how long, and Brian announces, “We’re here.” There’s a cave they plan to hide in to keep safe. That is, assuming they’re not killed by a possible rock slide, choking ash, or an oxygen-sucking eruption.

The volcano lets loose with another violent eruption. At the hotel—remember that place?—everyone is still watching from the veranda. Bob and Iolani are still watching from his veranda. Nikki sits at her vanity giving herself a meaningful stare in the mirror. Does that count? Ah, who cares at this point.

When Time Ran Out... (1980) (part 8 of 8)

Even in flames, Bob senses no danger.

When Time Ran Out... (1980) (part 8 of 8)

So remember folks, don’t build your hotel with gasoline-treated lumber!

A second identical explosion to the one we just saw happens, only this time a giant fireball spews out on a direct collision course with the hotel. The guests scream and try to run. Iolani screams into Bob’s shoulder. Nikki watches out the window, via her mirror. It shatters as the hotel is hit and explodes in a horribly cheap, superimposed explosion.

From their vantage point on the other side of the crater, Hank and Kay can somehow see this and react to it. [?] Hank goes back into the cave and tells the others, “Everything’s gone. Guess we’re the only ones left.” Brian slowly processes the information and asks if they go on now. Hank says no, they’d better wait and rest until it’s all over. So, everyone finds a spot to sit down. And I can’t help but notice that for being on a now-deserted tropical island, in a cave, in the middle of the night, this place is really well lit.

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Amanda Wells

If I was a bad movie, I'd find it much easier to write about myself than I do at present. My main interests outside of really bad movies is playing music. I've played guitar for 15 years, performed before far more people than I'm really comfortable with and am currently having fun listening to my 5 year old son bang away on his new starter drum set. Yes, drummers are so hard to find, I had to resort to making my own. When not playing music, I also like to work in my yard and many gardens, try new recipes (never would have thought that would happen), research my genealogy (I get to be related to the beheaded king and queen of France!) and read history books primarily about natural disasters and personal tales. And when I'm not doing any of that, then I'm spending time with my great family. The first movie I remember going to the theater to see was The Black Stallion which we were late to the beginning of and as we were waiting for it to begin again and rewatch it (is that even legal?) we got dragged away by my dad and sister who insisted we come watch Airplane! with them in the other theater. Oh, and I cried so hard at the end of Oh, Heavenly Dog! that my sister had to call my mom to come pick me up. As a kid, I never had a Big Wheel. I still want one.

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