San Andreas Review

Grade: A+
One-Liner: No faults, just fantastic.

In the brief moments during San Andreas when my mouth wasn't physically hanging open in awe and horror, I was racking my brain to see if I could think of a better disaster movie. For some reason, I hide under the bed during horror films, but disaster flicks fascinate me. The Day After Tomorrow, Twister, The Perfect Storm, 2012, In the Storm, the Godzilla films (if you count those) — if they happened in the past 10 years as big-screen blockbusters, I've probably seen them. So I feel like I can confidently say, this is the best disaster movie I have ever seen.

Not only should Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson star in every single disaster movie from now until the end of time due to sheer physicality, his acting wasn't bad at all. I bought into his tormented love story with his ex-wife who moved on after the death of one of their daughters, for which he felt responsible. It wasn't a love story for the ages or anything, but it wasn't so laughably bad that it took away from watching cities get destroyed.

And that's what you got to see quite a bit of. If you're a fan of San Francisco or Los Angeles, you might want to skip this one. But if you want to see a film in which 90 percent of the footage is utter chaos, this is the flick for you. The special effects were done impressively well from the earthquakes, to the fault lines, to the tsunami. Yeah, there's a tsunami.

There was even a Titanic-esque scene which brought a tear to my eye, personalizing the mass deaths.  Some have been critical of the fact that The Rock's character is an emergency rescue helicopter pilot who spends the entirety of the film saving his family, but wouldn't you? All I know is, I want to be The Rock's ex-wife in the case of the next big disaster.