This was half great, half pedestrian.
The pedestrian half, caused by the schmaltzy sub-plot that involved Dwayne Johnson and his wife rescuing their daughter from San Francisco, during a mega earthquake, and the pointless half wits that padded that sub-plot - including a dopey English guy there for an interview, and for some implausible reason his 10-year old brother who was there for company.
The great half was the earthquake - the devastation caused to the whole city, and the accompanying tsunami that flooded the city.
The effect was very scary, specially so for those of us who live in SF. After we left the theater, we even drove beyond our house on Potrero Hill, which research shows is only 200 feet above sea level, to the highest point on the Hill. I was given strict instructions to get the cats into a carrying bag and take them to the highest point on the hill, to await Mrs P who will presumably battle her way there from her office on the peninsula.
That's all of course, if it actually happens.
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