Sunday, September 20, 2015

Sunday Night at the Movies: San Andreas

It's a rare event when my wife tells me I'm not allowed to watch a movie without her, but San Andreas was one of those events. So, when a Blu-ray screener crossed The Basement's path, we had a disaster date night perfectly lined up. Was The Rock's latest up to snuff for this carnage prone couple? Stick with me!

First off, San Andreas is no Mad Max: Fury Road or Skyfall. It's not a classic by any stretch of the imagination. But it's a pleasant enough diversion, offering the sort of large scale destruction and spectacle Hollywood excels at. Shit gets smashed good in San Andreas, and it's nice to look at.

For my wife, she had Dwayne Johnson, who is always charismatic. The dude can act, and he's got leading man chops. The Rock can do no wrong.

For me, I had the lovely double bill of Carla Gugino and Alexandra Daddario. I might have gotten the sweater deal here, but I'm biased that way. Truth be told, the entire cast was solid. But the non-SPFX eye candy won the day for me.

As a whole, this is an entertaining flick. It's starts with a bang and never really lets up. It's not boring, and actually gets quite thrilling from time to time. But we've seen this kind of thing before, and likely will again.

The Rock and the ladies made San Andreas work. This is decent disaster porn that would make Roland Emmerich proud, at about half the running time. Just don't expect it to stick with you for very long after the credits roll.

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