This may well be the worst disaster movie The Asylum has ever made -- and that's saying something. I'm probably the world's biggest Asylum fan, but even I will admit the company turns out some embarrassingly bad films -- especially over the past couple of years. 100 Degrees Below Zero is nothing but a horribly cheap film with bad acting, a terrible script and absolutely abysmal special effects that could very well have been thrown together in a week.

It's particularly sad to see a decent actor like John Rhys-Davies pretty much announce to the world that his acting career is officially over.

A volcanic explosion in Iceland triggers a series of earthquakes and further volcanic explosions along some tectonic plates all the way across most of northern Europe. It's just the type of disaster scenario that some forgettable scientist projected four years ago -- but, aside from a video chat room full of his loser friends who are far too young to have the responsibilities we're supposed to believe they have, no one cares what this guy says apart from some NATO colonel (Rhys-Davies). NATO, by the way, is apparently a two-man operation operating out of what appears to be someone's home.

Enter our main characters, former Air Force colonel Steve Foster (Jeff Fahey) and his family. Steve is flying to Paris with his new wife Lacey (Judit Fekete) to meet his son Ryan and daughter Taryn (Marc Ewins and Sara Malakul Lane) -- until he's grounded in London. Meanwhile, all heck is tearing loose in Paris -- the ash cloud arrives, the temperature plummets, earthquakes rock the city, etc. Fortunately, I suppose, all of this takes place on a day when the entire Paris population consists of about six people. Will Foster get to Paris in time to save his kids from an inundation of snowfall, horrible winds and record cold? If you can bring yourself to care what happens to any of these people, you're obviously a better person than I am.

Foster's two twenty-something kids obviously inherited none of their father's toughness and survival skills. Ryan, for example, actually falls over unconscious at one point after being lightly bumped by a passerby. Get used to it because Ryan falls down a lot -- I mean a lot. Don't even think about playing any type of "drink every time Ryan falls down" game because alcohol poisoning is no laughing matter. This guy can't take two steps without doing a header. If falling down were an Olympic event, he would win gold and silver. His sister falls down a lot, too -- but she's got nothing on her big brother. The guy is a falling down fool.

If you watch this film, just sit back and try to enjoy the absurdity of it all. Who knew that normal people wearing summer clothes could even survive at a temperature of 100 below zero? Apparently, as long as you rub your arms up and down from time to time, you don't have to worry about frostbite or anything. Heck, you don't even see anyone's breath in this environment. Why? Well, the half-million dollar budget obviously didn't allow for any kind of decent CGI -- or a halfway decent plot.

The bulk of the movie consists of bad actors standing in front of green screens and failing to convey any sense of their supposed environment. Unless you love laughing at embarrassingly bad movies, steer clear of this one.