Lava is still spewing over Hawaii's big island, and it just might be in the trajectory path of Hurricane Hector: that can mean only one thing. OK, two things.
First, the potential for loss of life and impending disaster on America's 50th state, although emergency crews standing by could mitigate the carnage. And second, there that perfect storm of ideas percolating like rocks from a volcano from the genius minds in Hollywood if this collision of natural disasters manifest themselves into the real thing. If it happens, watch for pitches to be delivered at producers at a pace far more frenetic than the igneous debris spewing from an active Hawaiian crater.
It's no laughing matter. The big island of Hawaii, which has already endangered the well-being of citizens when the Kilauea Volcano erupted in May, destroying some 700 buildings and homes, and forcing several thousand residents to evacuate. Although 20 people were reported injured since Kilauea became active, fortunately, there have been no accounts of fatalities. Subsequent dispatches declare that Kilauea is less active these days, although that could change.
But the National Weather Service is predicting Hurricane Hector's status as a category 4 storm will likely pass just south of the island as early as Wednesday and weaken to a tropical storm. That said, some skeptics claim there's always a chance that it could deviate north ever so slightly enough to hit the island without losing any of its momentum.
If the conspiratorial set is correct and there is a hit, no pun intended, that would make Tinsel Town higher-ups rubbing their palms with glee over the prospects of cashing in on the incident. Truly fertile minds are likely dreaming up working titles for marquees and SEO online traffic possibilities. Like Hector's Hawaiian Hell for those who love alliteration. Or how about To Lava and Die In Hawaii. Or Aloha Really Means Goodbye.
But seriously, how well would it do? You don't have to look far for success stories like James Cameron's badly-written boffo box office outing Titanic or that '70s fiery classic The Towering Inferno or pretty well anything involving producer Roland Emmerich (The Day After Tomorrow, 2012). Laughably more pedestrian efforts about volcanos on the mainland like Dante's Peak and Volcano ("The coast is toast!") did fare as well in soft-seaters but somehow survive as requisite weekend cable fare.
That's of course pending on how wrong the National Weather Service might be in its prediction. If their projections turn out to be accurate, expect a lot of movie industry hucksters to be trying to forget about the time when they made ashes of themselves.