Movie Review #2975 RAMPAGE.
Another opportunity for Dwayne Johnson to show off his steroidal overuse this time with a large, & growing larger, albino gorilla in tow.
The Rock is a primatologist, monkey man to the rest of us, who's charge George gets a wiff of some nasty gene-altering experimentation stuff and starts to exhibit some definitely anti-social tendencies, along with a wolf and an alligator also so afflicted. The chase is then on with muscle-man teaming up with the customary pretty female geneticist to stop the aforementioned animalia from reaching Chicago and levelling it.
This after the evil creators of experimentation stuff manage to use it to put out a distress call to retrieve George & his mates. It's one thrill after another as Dwayne and George bounce their way across America getting into some pretty hopeless predicaments and out of them again with seemingly consummate ease. Along the way they encounter one Jeffrey Dean Morgan as a southern drawled, smart a** FBI man who turns a favour or two to get chasers and chasees to the Sears Tower on time.
Pretty mindless fare really with a few smirk turns but nothing particular memorable. Johnson probably earned another cool 20mill for it which he will no doubt invest in more gym equipment to get ready for the next one.
No more than a 6/10.
I'm a movie nut from way back with my first ever being The Hallelujah Trail from 1964. Ever since, I've been mesmerized by the giant screen, and the darkness that went on forever. Despite the infernally uncomfortable seats, (plus having to stand for God Save the Queen), I've been enticed ever since to duck into a theatre whenever I can for a few hours of escapism.