The
movie San Andreas is what is commonly referred to as a
“popcorn movie” which, according
to
Wiktionary makes it “a
motion picture without serious dramatic content, a weighty message,
or intellectual depth, which serves simply as enjoyable
entertainment.” But much like the snack food from which it takes
its name, the real source of worry is the toppings of the popcorn.
Just as light, harmless popcorn can be slathered in butter flavored
chemicals and salt, what seems like a harmless, fun movie is drenched
in sexism, mindless patriotism, and fear mongering.
We'll
start by addressing the film's sexism, since that will let me
introduce the cast. First there is the subplot featuring Paul
Giamatti (known for his great roles such as Heckler #2 and Guy in
Sleeping Bag, according
to IMBD) playing a character who is essentially the same
scientist who appears in every disaster or monster movie who has
figured out everything already but is sadly ignored. He is presented
as a generally non-sexual character (likely because he is educated
and middle aged) though he still manages to “rescue” the female
reporter barely-a-character (played by Archie Panjabi) by pulling her
under desks several times during the film.
The
main cast which consists of a divorcing husband and wife, their
daughter, the wife's evil boyfriend, and an out of place pair of
brothers who pal around with the aforementioned daughter. The father
figure (who may have had a name, but is so often referred to as
“father”, “dad”, or “husband” that I didn't remember
it—for simplicity's sake we will just call him the Patriarch) is
played by Dwayne “I don't want to be called the Rock anymore”
Johnson (known for his roles of having his head animated onto a giant
scorpion, and wearing a speedo while yelling at rednecks, according
to me). The Patriarch is the man's man, he is here to rescue you, and
he will (especially if you are related to him). He enjoys the fun
attributes of having no character defects, being strong enough to rip
off a car door, having inexplicably caucasian offspring, and having the sound of his voice warp reality in
such a way that if you do what he says, no harm can come to you. He
does feel bad about the death of another daughter, which he only
mentions enough to prove that he is humble and ready to discuss his
feelings with his estranged wife, thus reclaiming her. He also spends
most of his screen time saving women in distress with his earthquake
defying helicopter or making lewd sexual innuendos toward his wife as
countless people die all around them.
Next
we have the wife (played by Carla Gugino known for being the mother
of spying children and having sex with a guy in an owl costume
according to IMBD),
who hangs around to be the target of the aforementioned innuendos,
drive various vehicles while the Patriarch is busy rescuing people,
and turn on her new boyfriend in the first 20 minutes so that the
central family can reunite before the credits roll. With the
exception of the minimal driving, she could easily have been replaced
by the family dog—which would have had the benefit of making the
innuendos seem really strange. Or with a little more work, a dog
could drive and it would be awesome (see San Andreas director
Brad Peyton's previous
work on Cats & Dogs: Revenge of Kitty Galore).
Now
we have the new boyfriend played by Ioan Gruffudd (famous for being
THE Horatio Hornblower as well as being the voices of lots of things
in lots of American cartoons, according
to IMDB). He starts out being portrayed as a well meaning nice
guy, but “abandons” the daughter after going for help and taking
a severe blow to the head, for which he is never forgiven. We only
see him twice after that, his only purpose is to have a character you
don't mind getting earthquaked. The Patriarch never directly slanders
him (but praises his wife for doing so), showing that he reclaim his
prize without breaking proper bro etiquette. A true gentleman
indeed.
Finally, we get to the daughter played by Alexandra Daddario (who is famous for having breasts in True Detective and for being in a bunch of TV shows I've never seen, according to IMBD). She is our eye candy, from her introductory scene in a bikini, to several plot points where she has to remove clothing for some contrived reason, spending most of the last portion of the movie soaking wet. The camera lets you know what it wants as it continually happens to look down her shirt. She is characterized as both smart and brave like her father, though she cannot complete any heroic action without yelling about how she learned it from her father, undermining any sense of her being independently brave. She has two companions: a 20-something male love interest and his kid brother, who both compliment her looks in just about every other scene. The manner in which she is the primary sexual focus of the film intercut with scenes of her parents searching for her and talking about parental love just feels wrong. Am I supposed to simultaneously want to fuck her and want her to reunite with her uber-macho dad? The combination of her being the damsel in distress (in spite of being portrayed as capable) and the dissonance between the goal of reuniting with her family and the visual of constantly looking at her cleavage are representative of the film's problematic portrayal of women.
I'll
address the film's mindless patriotism next. The Patriarch is
introduced in the first scene as an Iraq war veteran, which is
supposed to help identify him as a hero. Right or wrong, the idea
that people who like dumb things (like this movie) also like the
military runs deep in Hollywood. You are here so you most be dumb, so
you must love America. Do we really need to see the filmmakers drape
the American flag over a ruined Golden Gate Bridge like we are proud
that our shit fell down? All I can say is that, for me, every time a
movie throws propaganda on the screen to try to convince me that I
should like somebody more because he was in the military or happened
to live in the U.S., it is a waste of the filmmakers' time and mine.
Lastly, I will discuss the
film's fear mongering. I am convinced that the movie is a “what if
it happened here” reaction to the Tōhoku
earthquake. The Tōhoku earthquake and tsunami of 2011 took place on
March 11, 2011. Not coincidentally, according
to Wikipedia, “on December 1, 2011, it was announced that New
Line Cinema was developing an earthquake disaster film.” So
earthquakes were trending, people in the U.S. were scared about it
happening to them. Hollywood could never pass up such low hanging
fruit. The problem is there are 15,891 confirmed deaths from the
Tōhoku earthquake. Real people. Not a fun summer movie—real people
who have died. And because people are reasonably afraid of natural
disasters, it is incredibly easy to sell people a ticket to a fantasy
world where the perfect dad swoops down in a helicopter to save you
at the last moment from an exciting disaster. Also according to
Wikipedia San Andreas grossed “a worldwide total of $461 million,
against a budget of $110 million.” So this capitalizing on actual
deaths and legitimate fears sure as hell worked. Surprise! Hollywood
is terrible. New Line Cinema should be ashamed of cashing in on an
actual tragedy, and you should be ashamed for buying a ticket (even
if your girlfriend made you like mine did). So all in all San Andreas
was a terrible experience on every level: it's a terrible movie, and
you are terrible for watching it.
Gary Pryor is an asshole who complains about movies, has other first world problems, and is an all-around white guy.
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