Since it's on Amazon Prime, I finally got around to watching this. In a word: bonkers. It took me a while to acclimatise to the tone, since the opening scene made me wonder if it was a parody. A busty airhead drives off the side of a mountain, hitting every twig and boulder on the way down in a bone-crunching tumble that would have killed Wile E Coyote, and comes out of it with barely a hair out of place. This is also the first of three scenes where The Rock decides that just piloting a helicopter/plane is boring, and it's much better to wander off/jump out of it while it's still in flight, much to the surprise of the busty journalist interviewing him. Later, Paul Giamatti teams up with the busty journalist to warn people about earthquakes, with the aid of his busty assistant and a bunch of surfer-dude students. When the shaking starts, The Rock must race to save his busty ex-wife and their busty daughter while everything collapses around them in a tightly choreographed fashion.
Seriously, I can't remember the last time a mainstream movie had such a high average bust size. It's like the casting director went around with a tape measure; even the extras are stacked. And when they're running and jumping and the ground is shaking, it's hard to pay any attention to the multi-million dollar disaster effects going on in the background. If Michael Bay and Russ Meyer had a love-child, he would have directed a loud, dumb, jiggly movie like this.
I am, of course, not complaining.