I simply presume that Jake Gyllenhaal’s disaster epic The Day After Tomorrow (2004) was built as sly prequel to the original Planet of the Apes (1968). When American astronaut Taylor left 1968 to arrive a full two thousand and six years in the future and pound fists, you can see a similar angle in both, between thirty and forty-five degrees of the lady herself. Back in Gyllenhaal’s day, the Statue of Liberty hoisting her copper torch, posed waist deep in ice later replaced with sediment, the shifting earth of two millennia. Where were you when the earth moved, Captain Taylor? In the thirties, Armageddon teased from alien forces, the fifties from nuclear fallout, and now, from the chaos of weather, spun out of control. There was the tidal wave that swept storeys under, the bad movie science of global warming causing flash-freezing super-storms at –101 ºC, turning New York into an eventual Forbidden Zone. Doctor Zaius suspected all along, not blown up at all. You maniacs.