When “Date Movie” came out in 2006 and took over the instant-movie-satire niche, it was bad enough to make me hope I would never see another offering from the film’s creators, Jason Friedberg and Aaron Seltzer.

For a while I thought I’d squeaked through. I missed “Epic Movie” and “Meet the Spartans.” But along came “Disaster Movie,” and my number was up.

This much I can say: “Disaster Movie” is better than “Date Movie.” At least in this one the “jokes” don’t just consists of referencing a recent film, waiting for the audience to laugh at the recognition of that film, and then moving on. “Disaster Movie” has some actual comic sequences in it, and even a running gag or two.

The film is only vaguely about disaster flicks. Friedberg and Seltzer simply throw in everything they can think of, and hope for the best.

There’s a quasi-plot about a guy (Matt Lanter) searching for his girlfriend (Vanessa Minnillo) while a major catastrophe settles in. A requisite roly-poly African-American sidekick (Gary “G.Thang” Johnson), a clone of the pregnant heroine from “Juno” (Crista Flanagan) and a few others tag along.

The best bits are the most elaborate: a long song spoof based on the “High School Musical” phenomenon, and the endless quirky banter from “Juno.” If you were one of the people less than enchanted with that movie, some of the potshots here will be gratifying.

Usually these kinds of movies are bogged down by pretty-face, charisma-challenged actors, but “Disaster Movie” benefits from a lively cast. Two female veterans of “Mad TV” come off best in multiple roles: Flanagan is dead-on as deadpan Juno (as well as Hannah Montana), and Nicole Parker grabs some broad laughs as the ditz princess of “Enchanted” and a desiccated, vampire-toothed Amy Winehouse.

Superhero movies take their knocks, but most of the jokes fall flat. It is kind of amusing to see the killer from “No Country for Old Men” stride into a party scene with his lethal device, but typically the reference doesn’t really go anywhere.

That’s the story of this movie. Is the idea of Alvin and the Chipmunks as rabid animatronic creatures funny? Well, maybe. But without a real follow-up to the idea, there’s only one place for the concept to go: below the belt. I’m afraid in this case that’s to be taken quite literally.