A phone rings.
A phone rings and you answer it, expecting a call. A wrong number. The person on the other line, you think, is pulling your leg. The end of the world, they say. The nukes are coming and it’s not a matter of if, it’s a matter of when—only a few hours and the world as we know it will end. What do you do? Do you say anything? Is the ensuing panic justified, as the death rattle of civilization, or is it a lot to do about nothing… innocent lives being lost in a senseless riot?
This is the reality of the criminally underseen 1988 film, Miracle Mile, a masterpiece that is receiving newly-found cult appreciation.