I’m not likely to be the only critic using this, but a better title for Fantastic Four is the Not-So Fantastic Four. But that’s no surprise. All Marvel movies end with a drawn out climax where the villain or villains destroy a city, country or the entire planet, and this is no exception.
This one is formula, and it’s boring.
The always interesting — at least until now — Miles Teller ( Whiplash) is Reed Richards, the badly done rubber man; a grim with-little-to-do Jamie Bell plays best pal Ben Grimm who ends up The Thing; Kate Mara is almost invisible as invisible woman Sue Storm; and Michael B. Jordan plays flame-on, flame-off Johnny Storm.
Writer/director Josh Trank, who wrote and directed the excellent Chronicle, and co-writers Simon Kinberg and Jeremy Slater, redo how the foursome became the foursome and how the enemy, Dr. Doom, became their worst enemy. Instead of characters created via a rocket ship bombarded by radiation, a trip to another dimension does the job.
A slow, tedious, poorly written movie doesn’t provide any sort of energy or interest about Marvel, Stan Lee and Jack Kirby’s first super hero group. Not that Fantastic Four were that interesting in the first place.