The Black Sea disappears and somehow the US National Defense is on the case. At the same time, a supposedly savvy New York publisher buys a book sight unseen/unread that doesn't exist and sends a nitwit proofreader (A.J. Buckley) to fetch it. As if that wasn't enough, the author who doesn't have a book, calls a professor (Jewel Staite) who looks all of twelve, to pop in for a tete-a-tete. Soon. Time's a-wastin' it's the end of the world!
Beyond goofy, there's also a pack of bad guys willing to kill for the book that doesn't exist and baring that, a magic rod that induces visions (or drug-free hallucinations if you're of a suspicious nature who thinks all this gobbledygook is a crock). Apparently, this addlepated author is the new Nostradamus and overuses the magic rod to cough up scary visions of a future no one will enjoy. Naturally, in movies of this type, all government agents are trigger happy madmen who want to shoot first, seize the magic rod, then run like crazy before the earth opens up and swallows them whole..........if a Volcano doesn't get them first, or an earthquake doesn't topple a building on them. Take a deep breath, there's also a dark star heading our way, gobbling up the universe. Do not despair, half of British Columbia disappears quickly and no one notices. One of the characters suggests this might all be preposterous. Fortunately, the same people who decorated Easter Island also did the same in the Pacific Northwest but then they buried it. Decorator's remorse?
The filmmakers called this a "supernatural sci-fi thriller." They could call it a cosmic can of worms for all that mattered; it's still a daffy premise. But oddly enough, I thoroughly enjoyed it. I am a sucker for crap, especially crap sanctioned by the Syfy Channel. Great minds were not at work here but great fun is.