Staggeringly implausible, cartoonishly comical, Roland Emmerich's "White House Down" is refreshingly dumb.
Refreshing because carefree action absurdity, once the province of the summer cinema, is on the outs. Solemnity — even for caped, flying men in tight-fitting trousers — is in.
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