No, not a blog on drugs – this one is about the latest film in the Fantastic Four franchise, Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer. I have never really followed the comic books, so I was not quite sure how the story should go. However, I would hope it would be a little more coherent and have a bit more dramatic tension than the cinematic version.
What can I say about the film – action packed, amazing special effects, attractive cast (both Jessica Alba and Chris Evans had mandatory “mostly undressed” scenes), and was fun. Other things I can say about the film include stupid, infantile and cheesy.
Where else but in cinema can the US Army send a dozen helicopters laden with hi-tech equipment and their toughest soldiers into London an hour after discovering the necessity of going there (I would not have imagined even Blair’s Britain would be so accommodating) and then travel on to their exclusive research facility in the heart of Siberia (either Putin is not as hard nosed as we were led to believe, or there is an American enclave there akin to Guantanamo Bay). Where else would well known uber-criminals like Dr Doom be instantly rehabilitated into important positions with the potential to put their hands on vital and possibly lethal information – especially when said trust is given in preference to proven do gooders like Mr Fantastic? And where else can Stan Lee be guaranteed to make another cameo appearance… again. Total cheese.
But the cinema was warm (thanks, Reading!), the seats comfortable, the display dazzling (a must see on the big screen), and, at 100 minutes long, the film did not outstay its welcome
Verdict: On a scale of Appalling to Fantastic, let’s peg it in the middle at around a high Okay.
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