I'm sitting here "watching" 2008's Journey to the Center of the Earth. Not the one with Brendan Frasier, the other one... It's truly... Something. But hey, it passes the Bechtel test in the first 5 minutes. Now if I with mild face blindness could just distinguish between the 4 generically attractive brunettes with generic California accents in grey tank top with black BDU pants and jungle boots...
Oh good, one of the brunettes has died, and one of them is wearing glasses now, so it's only stressed out captain trying to keep them all alive, and asshole who refuses to follow orders but has her squadmates best interests at heart who are impossible to tell apart.