Now for something completely different. Myself and half the non-working and unemployed people of Las Vegas (and other cities) crowded into the movie theater this morning to find out how we were going to be saved when the big one hits!

What I learned was to run outside and hold up your hand and “The Rock” would reach down out of his helicopter and pluck your ass to safety. That is until the gearbox goes out and you crash into a clothing store!

It’s not necessary to bring your brain, just your seatbelts as the CGI is really incredible and something is falling down and crashing on top of you for almost 2 hours non-stop.

Seriously it’s not a thinking movie (but I assumed you already had figured that out) but a tour de force in special effects with everything bouncing even the Rock’s movie daughter’s nice jugs. I was disappointed that when her t-shirt got wet, the show wasn’t better but I have a good imagination! I thought bras were banned back in the 70’s?

So if you crave excitement that doesn’t hurt your brain too bad, give it a shot.

P.S. Ignore all the poor movie reviews, after all what do they know? You know you want to see the Rock and all his muscles ride out a tsunami.