Ah, the the disaster flick. An american staple. Put a bunch of actors in or on a location, then completely destroy it. The ultimate in “turn your brain off” movies. So why am I filled with nothing but apathy (can you be filled with apathy?) for San Andreas? It has a lot going for it that is so far up my alley it murdered Batman’s parents. The Rock running around, Carla Guigino and Alexandra Dadario in what are sure to be thankless roles, even by disaster standards and Paul Giamatti buying a beach house. It’s dumb.
It’s also a CGI bonanza. The major draw of a disaster flick is watching the set crumble. In newer disaster movies (The Day After Tomorrow, 2012), it’s all on a computer. Not much for the actors to interact with, the element of danger is mostly gone. It’s what makes Dwayne Johnson an interesting choice to lead this thing. Yes, he’s a box-office draw, but we want to see him doing things, not reacting. So watching him flying through the air, and dodging debris isn’t the hero we want. Who knows, I could be wrong, this could work, but it looks like a cash in for all involved. I ain’t mad. Keep getting them checks.