Review by Charles Cassady, Jr.
Just as Andrew Sarris considered the entire western genre as intrinsically childish, I just don't have much enthusiasm for movies based on comic books. Superhero comics especially...
(collective gasp of horror and disbelief goes up from the internet generation. Some faint; others make the Sign of the Cross at their screens)
...I don't care how many megamillions of dollars or terrabytes of CGI get thrown into the mix, I don't care if it's got the best actors of New York/Paris/London/Rome, I don't care if Michael Chabon or Jodi Picoult or David Mamet or the great Brian Michael Bendis himself writes the script, or if it gets away from the campy, silly Plastic Man of the 1960s and back to the original dark, brooding, psychotic Plastic Man of the 30s and 40s, the movie superhero trend is just lame already. And you wanna know something else? The same goes for movies based on videogames. Even Halo!
(collective screams of anguish, outrage. Millions of users douse their computers with Holy Oil in desperate attempt to make the scary words go away)
