Rampage veers between exhausting action sequences and eye-glazing exposition. Characters says lines like – get me the neuromuscular synapse activity. I wanted to interrupt with – get me a good time. But the writing is so lame that even Johnson’s Herculean charisma can’t make this compelling.

Despite the pastiche form, director Brad Peyton still manages to make this mindless-action fiesta a fun ride. His film isn’t the smartest movie ever made, but it does serve up some cool fan boys moments. The camaraderie between the gorilla and Dwayne Johnson is cool brings in an element of humour to this otherwise generic end-of-the-world movie. This one’s definitely worth a one-time watch.

Are you ready for the best worst adaptation of a video game since Mortal Kombat Annihilation? It will not hit you until you finish watching it and head back home but Rampage is the kind of cheerfully dumb film you, for obvious reasons, need in these cynical times.

Johnson, so recently in the jungle for Jumanji, remains a truly indefatigable movie star capable of carrying even the most half-baked of premises with colossal charisma. Rampage would surely sink a less sturdy action star, yet even here the wayward mishmash of monster-movie tropes only seem to ping off him like bullets deflected by Superman.