San Andreas Review By Rich Cline Set up as an old-style disaster movie with only a fraction of the plot, this earthquake action adventure is preposterous enough to just about work as a guilty pleasure. Everything else about the film is simply absurd, from the fake science to the simplistic family dynamic that strains to hold the story together.
It's not a matter of if he's going to save his wife, Emma Carla Guginoand their college-bound daughter, Blake Alexandra Daddariowhen the titular fault line rips California asunder.
It's a matter of when.
You can be sure, however, that a whole mess of collapsing skyscrapers, exploding gas lines, gushing plumbing, crushed cars, crumbling landmarks, and panicky cries of "Oh, my God! Director Brad Peyton and his army of visual effects and digital artists have created a temblor tableau of wreckage in motion - L.
Happily, stress doesn't seem to be an issue for Johnson's Ray. Emma has handed him divorce papers and decided to share her abode with a millionaire developer Ioan Gruffuddwho offers to take Blake to college when Ray is called to join the search-and-rescue mission after a quake hits the Hoover Dam.
Ray's helicopter is on the fritz.
And the weight of a family death still hangs over him, like a cloud over the San Fernando Valley. Brooding brows and bulging biceps are flexed in meaningful synchronicity. And what's not to like about a guy who exudes strength and smarts and a skill set that includes piloting copters, single-engine planes, and speedboats?
His parachuting is pretty good, too: The City by the Bay has never looked less tourist-friendly than it does in San Andreas. But it's a couple of visiting Brits - earnest young architect Ben Hugo Johnstone-Burt and his kid brother Ollie Art Parkinson - who join Blake as they try to navigate the carnage and the tsunamis and make their way to safety.
San Andreas is about nature at its most murderous. Is man to blame for all of this?
Or pollution of the soul and revenge from on high? In this gravity-defying family-first disaster pic, the fault is not with us humans, or with the gods.
The fault is down there at the tectonic boundary between the Pacific Plate and the North American Plate, running some miles up and down the California spine. Just ask Professor Giamatti.Richard Brody reviews Darren Aronofsky’s new film, “Mother!,” starring Javier Bardem, Jennifer Lawrence, Ed Harris, and Michelle Pfeiffer.
The Guardian - Back to home has said that the first draft of Mother!
poured out of him in a five-day “fever dream” and it’s tempting to review the result in . Apr 29, · This film's determination to tell a story of profound societal dislocation in intensely human terms favors neither part of the equation.
In fact, director-co-writer Andres Wood feels you cannot hope to understand one aspect of his fatally intertwined story unless you are willing to understand them both.
I love the review that compares the movie to the “lancing of a boil.” They all insist mother! is a metaphor for something, although they are not quite sure what it is. Read movie reviews from Michael Phillips and more critics.
Get the latest movie news and discover stories from behind the scenes with the Chicago Tribune. Sep 14, · Don't Read This Review Of Darren Aronofsky's Compelling, Confounding 'Mother!' Critic Chris Klimek thinks you should go into this film about a poet (Javier Bardem) and his submissive wife.