Look, it’s a spoiler, I know, but I feel this should be said as a simple public health warning for all you geeks out there.
DON’T get excited about Galactus.
The film’s definitely a sequel: slightly less funny, slightly less fresh, slightly less clever (Yes, I DID like the original, stone me if you must). But by all accounts, Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer is actually pretty good.
Keeping in with the PG-rating, it’s the epitome of inoffensive action fun, with a bit of a Disney morality lesson thrown in. All that stuff about how we choose to do right and wrong, as the titular Surfer (Doug Jones) draws the monster Galactus ever closer to Earth while last year’s villain Victor Von Doom (Julian McMahon) comes back to wreak metallic havoc on our Four.
Where Four finds its strength is through the characters. It’s not the dark introspect of recent Batman or Spiderman flicks, but our heroes are drawn as more than pencil sketches, as people with personalities, wants, and conflicts, even if they do have rubber limbs, stone flesh, or Jessica Alba’s arse, and as a family unit they provide a different slant on the genre from the tortured solitary villain (Batman) or feuding team (X-Men).
Then, as I mentioned, there’s Galactus.
The Silver Surfer’s great. Hell, you’ve seen the trailers. And the special effects are bloody fantastic (especially a set piece involving the London Eye). But do they give the Devourer of Worlds (TM) the slightest bit of love?
Do they buggery.
A spoiler again. Don’t read if you like being disappointed:
Gone is the helmet, gone is the awesome looming body.
Galactus is a giant cloud.
The End.
DON’T get excited about Galactus.
The film’s definitely a sequel: slightly less funny, slightly less fresh, slightly less clever (Yes, I DID like the original, stone me if you must). But by all accounts, Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer is actually pretty good.
Keeping in with the PG-rating, it’s the epitome of inoffensive action fun, with a bit of a Disney morality lesson thrown in. All that stuff about how we choose to do right and wrong, as the titular Surfer (Doug Jones) draws the monster Galactus ever closer to Earth while last year’s villain Victor Von Doom (Julian McMahon) comes back to wreak metallic havoc on our Four.
Where Four finds its strength is through the characters. It’s not the dark introspect of recent Batman or Spiderman flicks, but our heroes are drawn as more than pencil sketches, as people with personalities, wants, and conflicts, even if they do have rubber limbs, stone flesh, or Jessica Alba’s arse, and as a family unit they provide a different slant on the genre from the tortured solitary villain (Batman) or feuding team (X-Men).
Then, as I mentioned, there’s Galactus.
The Silver Surfer’s great. Hell, you’ve seen the trailers. And the special effects are bloody fantastic (especially a set piece involving the London Eye). But do they give the Devourer of Worlds (TM) the slightest bit of love?
Do they buggery.
A spoiler again. Don’t read if you like being disappointed:
Gone is the helmet, gone is the awesome looming body.
Galactus is a giant cloud.
The End.
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