This isn’t terrible as disaster movies go, but I don’t even know what that phrase means any more. A series of catastrophic earthquakes is narrowed down to the problems of several people: rescue chopper pilot Ray (Dwayne Johnson), his estranged wife Emma (Carla Gugino), their college-bound daughter Blake (Alexandra Daddario), and a pair of visiting British brothers (Hugo Johnstone-Burt and Art Parkinson). That’s fairly typical for this sort of spectacle, in which various landmarks—Hoover Dam, the Golden Gate Bridge—crumble to dust in epic fashion, sweeping thousands of anonymous people away with them. But even given the catharsis of seeing how people can survive even the worst calamities, it’s too unsettling watching random people die creatively-yet-bloodlessly just so that we can find out if one traumatized dude can redeem himself, or who gets the girl. Many of director Brad Peyton’s set pieces are solidly conceived, and it’s hard not to chuckle at a camera that swoops through a skyscraper that’s splitting in half down the middle. And then comes the realization that it’s the end of the world as we know it, and I don’t feel fun. By Scott Renshaw