Synopsis:
If you like your special effects-driven summer action blockbusters
slick, seamless and state of the art, then Fantastic Four
may not be for you. While the superpowers and their consequences
— flames, stretchy limbs, force fields and so on — no
doubt required a great deal of money and expertise to bring to the
screen, they look cheap and cheesy. Which may be the point. In an
era when movies based on comic books have become increasingly solemn
and serious, this one is content to be trashy. Compared with the
psychological probing and spiritual brooding of "Batman Begins,"
"Fantastic Four" is proudly dumb, loud and inconsequential.
It is not an allegory, an archetypal tale of good and evil, or the
cinematic equivalent of a graphic novel. It's a comic book. And
a venerable one at that, since it was the Four, back in 1961, who
helped to put Marvel Comics on the map. The group's movie debut
is a standard origin story, in which the characters acquire and
master their powers and confront their nemesis, one Dr. Doom. With
its clumsy rhythms and indifferent acting, the movie, directed by
Tim Story ("Barbershop") from a script by Mark Frost and
Michael France, is more like a television pilot than a big-screen
epic.
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