'Fantastic Four' Delivers a Summer Popcorn Pleaser
James Vance - Tulsa World
It will come as no shock to learn that the Fantastic Four saved the world again this week. But some will be surprised to learn that, with "The Rise of the Silver Surfer," they've likely pulled off an even more fantastic feat by saving their own franchise.
While it was entertaining, the Marvel Comics team's first big- screen outing a couple of years ago was largely a letdown, its decent box office numbers more a quirk of timing than a mark of genuine popular appeal. But big ticket sales are frequently reason enough for studios to go the sequel/series route, and this time they pretty much got everything right.
As the story begins, team leader Reed Richards (Ioan Gruffudd) and his longtime love Sue Storm (Jessica Alba) are days away from their frequently delayed wedding. There are no skulkers in the shadows like Batman, the Four are public figures -- incorporated, wealthy media darlings who are mostly comfortable within their cosmically altered skins.
The nuptials are delayed yet again when a new threat appears, a gleaming figure who's zipping around the globe on a flying platform and causing bizarre disruptions in the landscape. Naturally, the gang has to dope out what's going on, and soon big-brain Reed discovers that this "Silver Surfer" hails from outer space, having left a string of dead planets in his wake. Yep, there goes the neighborhood and then some.
It turns out that the Surfer dude is the herald of a planet- eating entity called Galactus, and Earth is about to become the blue plate special. If the threat of imminent destruction isn't distracting enough, the good guys have to deal with a side effect of the Surfer's energy that has them swapping powers at inopportune moments. Oh, yeah -- and Dr. Doom (Julian McMahon) has been brought back to life, and he's out to steal the Surfer's power for his own nutty designs. What a revoltin' development.
With considerably less screen time than in the first film, McMahon is easier to take. Relieved of the burden of making sense of the backstory, he quickly settles into the fun of playing a mustache- twirling villain. Yes, he's grafted clumsily onto the story, but he gives the Four -- who are hopelessly out of their league when it comes to Galactus -- somebody to wail on.
That's a necessity, since the Surfer isn't really a bad guy. He's just trapped in a lousy job, having agreed to serve the planet- eater to keep his own world from being devoured.
The studio is clearly hoping to spin the Surfer off into his own movie, and they've given him a decent spotlight here. Doug Jones (who's served similar functions in "Hellboy" and "Pan's Labyrinth") provides the physical performance and Laurence Fishburne dubs the dialogue, a joint performance that fairly emulates the comics character's charisma and nobility. Whether or not a hero who basically looks like the little man on a bowling trophy can carry his own movie remains to be seen, but he's a welcome presence here.
However, it's still the Four who carry this show, and each actor delivers. Chris Evans' Human Torch is still a likeable bonehead, Alba's Invisible Woman is still busy reminding the boys to act like grownups, and Michael Chiklis as the Thing again provides comic relief as the boulder-skinned lug with a heart of gold.
Gruffudd's Richards is a more fully realized character this time around. It's a running gag in both comics and movies that stretchy Reed is something of a stiff, and Gruffudd has created a character who's endearingly awkward despite his status as a world-class genius. One of the highlights of the new film is the moment when he gets to deliver a speech touting nerd power that's sure to resonate among the core audience.
That audience, of course, expects special effects, and they're considerably more special in this sequel. The Surfer's CGI-enhanced schtick is pretty impressive, the power-swapping moments are handled with humor, and a number of amusing new gags have been developed for Richards' flexible form.
It's possible that die-hard comics fans won't cheer the new form the filmmakers have devised for Galactus -- in fact, queried about it in advance, said filmmakers simply lied -- but the bulk of the audience won't care. Considering that the original funny book Galactus was drawn as a big guy in a purple skirt and something like a lampshade on his head, one might objectively find this nebulous version an improvement.
With the new Batman cornering the market on brooding angst, the X- Men setting the bar for superhero social commentary and Spider-Man knocking it out of the park in terms of crowd-pleasing identification, the folks behind the Fantastic Four franchise set out two years ago to simply provide an entertaining summer movie experience.
This time, they've succeeded. In this summer of three-hour bloated blockbusters, "The Rise of the Silver Surfer" is old-fashioned comic book fun, a popcorn flick that knows how to deliver the goods and then dance off the stage while we're still wanting more.
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