Earlier this week Sandi and I saw the epic disaster movie San Andreas. Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson flies a search and rescue helicopter and is losing his wife to a very wealthy guy for reasons that gradually become clear during the movie. They are not yet divorced as Dwayne has not signed the papers. Instead of going to a brothel in Nevada to get away from it all for a few days, "The Rock" soldiers on with a stiff upper lip, muscles, and the ability to contain his emotions regarding his crumbling marriage. When the earthquakes start hitting, he has to save his wife from a collapsing building by plucking
This journey will result, as things progress, into unintentional audience amusement. The last twenty minutes or so are so over the top that all one can do is laugh and wonder how those involved did their scenes with a straight face.
Netflix Synopsis: In the wake of a cataclysmic California earthquake, a search-and-rescue
chopper pilot and his ex-wife embark on a perilous journey from Los
Angeles to San Francisco in hopes of saving their daughter.