When a huge earthquake destroys the Hoover Dam in Nevada, a team of scientists working on a revolutionary way to track seismic activity predicts that the San Andrea Fault is about to split open. A rescue helicopter pilot and his ex-wife set off in search of their daughter, who is stuck in San Francisco, which has been ravaged by the first earthquake and is about to suffer a series of catastrophes…

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San Andreas offers audiences a real dilemma: they can listen to reason and recognize the screenplay as just awful, or let themselves be taken away by the mass destruction of concrete, glass and tarmac. The dialogue is terrible, the clichés are numerous, but the movie never pretends to be anything more than a vehicle for Dwayne Johnson to bounce around in, saving those near and dear to him from earthquakes, tsunamis and a variety of bad guys who get in the way. It does make Roland Emmerich, the director of the embarrassing 2012 and The Day After seem like a genius, but if you suspend disbelief, the ride is boisterous with nonstop action. In this way, Brad Peyton’s movie fulfills its simplistic contract.