This week, we screen an over-the-top 90s classic, The Rock. We got cornball one-liners, frantic Michael Bay direction, and a wacky chase through the streets of San Francisco.
It’s a fluffy little horror soufflé that excels at being adequate until the final act, when the whole thing collapses into a sugary mound of disappointment.
Rain rides the same schmaltz train as Journey and hits all the stops along the way, but I honestly think I would prefer it without the deluge of doggy narration.