Thursday, May 28, 2015
“San Andreas” – Good. Fuck ‘em.
Remember when we were kids and we believed that a big enough earthquake would cause California to break off and sink into the ocean? San Andreas debunks that myth by showing us a bunch of shit that is even less likely to happen when the big one finally strikes. Either way, we get to see those people mentioned above die in a movie that can only be described as pure disaster porn. Yes – porn. Think about it for a moment. Traditional porn is watched purely for the visual pleasure with zero expectation of including anything that could be described as plot or worthwhile dialogue. Trade sex for cities being destroyed and Bang Andrea becomes San Andreas. Now, you might be asking why I would bother reviewing San Andreas when I have explicitly stated in the past that I would not review porn. The answer is because this particular porn cost $100 million and is being released in thousands of theaters across the country. If Bang Andrea were doing the same, I’d review it too.
(This movie was moronic, so of course I’m going to provide ample SPOILERS.)
Two minutes into the movie, I knew it was going to be worse than my expectations of SyFy flick, with better special effects. The film starts with a girl trapped in her car while dangling from the side of a crack in the Earth after a rockslide pushed her there. The special effects in this scene were so poorly rendered that I did the first of many forehead slaps throughout the film (the special effects in this film were inconsistent at best, with bad scenes like this contrasted with great scenes of buildings collapsing). Imagine a car flipping down a mountainside and the mountain is a giant magnet, so the car never breaks contact with the mountain. And that was one of the better portrayals of science/physics during the film (I’ll get to those in a moment). The scene gets even more ridiculous when our hero, Ray (Dwayne Johnson), shows up in his helicopter to save her, says “I’m going to flip the hat” – whatever the fuck that means – then maneuvers the helicopter into the crack, endangering his crew and the reporter and cameraman also present in the chopper. I realize that this is fairly standard fare for this type of movie, but can someone please explain to me why he doesn’t just lower one of his crew on a rope, since that’s what he ends up doing anyway? That’s how this brain-damaged movie started.
Following that scene, we are introduced to the rest of the cast, as well as treated to the standard disaster movie faux-science scene. You know what I’m talking about – these movies always start with some scientist saying something that only the scientifically-challenged would believe. Armageddon gave us the firecracker-in-the-closed-hand idea, 2012 gave us the underground neutron detection well, and in San Andreas, Lawrence (Giamatti) and colleagues go to the Hoover Dam to test their earthquake predictor that measures magnetic pulses. I actually don’t have a problem with these scenes, but they deserve to be ridiculed and called out because there are people out there that actually believe this shit (hell, some of them are in Congress).
The movie continues by establishing where people are going to be when the shit hits the fan. Ray and his future ex-wife, Emma (Carla Gugino), are in Los Angeles and their daughter, Blake (Alexandra Daddario), is in San Francisco with Emma’s boyfriend, Daniel (Ioan Gruffudd). The entire rest of the plot is Ray trying to rescue Emma and Blake so let’s talk about these characters.
Ray is easily the worst character in the movie, despite what we are supposed to believe. That opening scene establishes him as the commander of the L.A. Fire Department’s rescue team and that he was responsible for saving hundreds of lives as a rescue soldier in Afghanistan. So, when he is called in to help with rescue efforts after the quakes start, what does he do? He ditches his job to rescue his wife, then abandons the city to rescue his daughter, even though his daughter will call him to tell him that a couple of British boys saved her already. But, that doesn’t stop him from continuing on. And, because the writers were incredibly lazy (or just really bad), the rest of his rescue team is inexplicably missing for the duration of the film because it would have been hard for him to convince them this was the right thing to do.
Next, we have Emma. Her entire purpose is to instigate conversations that only ex-wives in disaster movies ever start. Conversations like “why did our marriage break up” or “why won’t you open up with me?” Wouldn’t it be nice if there was a role reversal there and when Ray tries to talk about their marriage she tells him to shut up and focus because the world is literally cracking apart?
Then, we have Daniel, who is supposed to be a villain, but kind of pales in comparison to the Earthquakes that are killing everybody. We’re supposed to hate this guy because he’s rich and dating Emma, but he seems like a genuinely nice guy that just wants to build buildings. When the initial San Francisco quake occurs, he and Blake crash in a parking garage and Blake is stuck in the car. He runs to get help and is almost crushed by chunks of falling concrete. As he lies on the floor staring at his crushed shoe, it’s obvious that he goes into shock. He gets up and leaves, forgetting all about Blake. Again, we’re supposed to hate the guy simply because he goes into shock and leaves Blake, but we’re supposed to like Ray even though he abandoned his job and millions of potential rescue victims. Um, no. Of course, Daniel is going to die, but it’s really hard to cheer for that for two reasons – (1) because of what I just said and (2) he’s standing on the Golden Gate bridge surrounded by hundreds of people when a container ship crashes down on top of them. Only a sadist would be happy he died and not worry about everyone around him.
Finally, we have Blake, the standard damsel in distress. Her character is confusing, as one moment she needs rescuing, and the next moment she is doling out survival advice. Of course, you’ll forget all that when the movie decides to act more like a porn by having her strip off her jacket and outer tank top, dump water on her, then have her swim around so you can see as much cleavage as possible. And since Daddario is 29 years old, it’s not gross that I ended up staring at her spectacular breasts for the last ten minutes of the film (though it might be gross that I used the word spectacular).
Because disaster movies are always trying to one-up the last disaster movie, this movie had to destroy two cities instead of just one and include a tsunami in addition to the multiple earthquakes. Much like a porn, at a certain point during the movie you start to get bored. Raise your hand if you’ve ever watched a porn flick all the way through? Unless you are the horniest male teenager on the planet, you’re good after two sex scenes at most. That boredom led me to think the following things during the latter half of San Andreas:
• How did a tsunami destroy San Francisco, or even form at all, if the quake’s epicenter was twenty miles east of L.A.?
• I bet they aren’t concerned about the drought any more.
• How long will it take Ray to travel the 300+ miles by helicopter from L.A. to S.F. in an old Huey?
o (As it turns out, the answer is never. It’s 337 miles by air and the Huey he’s flying has a range of 285 miles. Good job writers.)
• Unless the Earth splits in half, there is no way that people on the East Coast are going to feel an earthquake on the West Coast, regardless of strength.
• Why is nobody in this movie bleeding?
• Man, those are some nice boobies.
After all of that, I was still mildly enjoying myself because I knew going in the movie was porn. It has plenty of disaster and even manages to squeeze in a porny joke (it’s literally the only joke in the entire film) in which Ray parachutes Emma and himself into AT&T Park (the Giants ballpark – don’t ask) and says “It’s been awhile since I got you to second base.” Again, that’s why I was there. But the end of this movie did something so bad that the forehead slap nearly knocked me unconscious. As Ray and family stood on a hill overlooking the carnage, Emma asked “what do we do now?” Ray (and the entire audience) responded with “We rebuild” and a giant American flag unfurled from the remains of the Golden Gate Bridge. Seriously, fuck ‘em.
(P.S. – Despite how it sounds, I don’t actually hate all Californians. I know and love several of them. Hi, Cheryl!)
Rating: Don’t ask for any money back unless you’ve ever returned a porno to the adult movie shop. Again, you know what you are getting and you deserve it.