Tremors.
I can sum up this blockbuster action disaster flick in just one phrase: The Rock vs. the Fault. Dwayne Johnson and the San Andreas, that is! Johnson's established himself as an action movie star of the first order long before this flick, and he'll be one long after it. That's good, because San Andreas is pretty much a huge, noisy, bombastic CGI cartoon of geological mayhem and mass urban destruction. (Weather forecast: Cloudy with a chance of storage ship containers.) I'd be lying, though, if I said that I wasn't stupidly entertained for 2 hours, because I was, and that's due almost entirely to the Rock's own irrepressible personal charisma. Is the movie preposterous in a dozen different ways? Yes, it is. Did I have fun anyway? Yes, I did.
