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The kind of big, dumb summer movie where you can predict every line of dialogue a mile away (I did this so many times that gullible audience members probably thought I was Kreskin). The kind of mass-appeal entertainment where things blow up and crumble real good. The kind of movie where The Rock plays an impossibly heroic everyman with the sensitive soul of a saint. The kind of movie that ends with a huge American flag unfurling over a completely flattened major city. I loved it. B