"Fantastic Four" by Yojimbo
This film is rubbish. Of course it's rubbish. Anyone who would come to a screening of The Fantastic Four with the expectation of intellectual stimulation would have to have the cranial capacity of an invertebrate. But the fact is, it's actually fairly enjoyable. Michael Chiklis is spot on as The Thing (although he did occasionally remind me of a fat version of Bruce Willis impersonating Scooby Doo) and Chris Evans' Human Torch whom I expected to detest was actually more like one of those annoying friends we all have, who is irritatingly vacuous yet irresistible to the opposite sex but we still can't help liking anyway. The only real drawbacks are the fact that Dr. Doom was transformed from twisted genius into a petty egoist and the soundtrack, which inevitably contained the usual hotch potch of pop emo and crap RnB that the yoof of today find so inexplicably appealing. Cheerful, unpretentious pap that I'd much rather sit through again than the pompous cure for insomnia that was Superman Returns, or the thinly veiled neo-con nazism of X-Men: The Last Stand.