The new Fantastic Four trailer looks better, but still doesn’t look good!
The first trailer for this summer’s Fantastic Four reboot underwhelmed, and perhaps made some long for the Roger Corman bootlegs, so here we have a new one, with a much broader window into the plot. A couple of positives it offers: characters that might have pulses and an adequate, nude, CGI Thing (I guess?). But it still fills one who appreciates the source material with foreboding — and by source material we’re not talking any Ultimate rehashes. The palette remains two shades, dark and darker (who can be the most grimdark is apparently the new comic book movie arms race), and heaven help us, the brief glimpse of Doctor Doom leads one to believe that Fox has once again botched one of the crown jewels of Marvel’s rogues gallery. Is is that hard to have a fixed mask on his face? Is it just because it wouldn’t allow an audience to see his facial expressions? Was Darth Vader hindered by that, I ask? Is a combo sorcerer/scientist/despot too absurd? Yet a man with rubber arms isn’t?
I remain convinced that, if they’re not going to integrate these characters with their MCU brethren, the best course might be to set the team in the 1960s, with all the color and free love and boundless scientific curiosity/possibility that the era possessed. Or they could just keep doing what they’re doing: millennial Doogie Howser broody re-imaginings.
Jared
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agreed on the ‘millennial Doogie Howser broody re-imaginings’ timbre of all these films; why do ALL of these trailers/films/tv progs have to start with basso profundo orchestral augery and someone slamming something every time a scene switches; the comicbook source material had a much wider tonal palette than these increasingly expensive too-big-to-fail gottendammerungs; the gathering storm heralding the remurgence of the Batman in the Dark Knight worked well enough thirty years ago, but not as de facto formula-or-you-don’t-get-the-money as they do now; the great big, fat un-artistic fingers of big money has that familiar faint smell of puridcompromise all over it (and I’m not talking Cute Kingpin or even Smiley Harvey Weinstein here, obviously); still, what else have we got, dammit?
it looks really boring actually. Going to be a lot of origin going on which is just… meh
Would love it if they set the film in the 60’s. Why not? Can’t we have a little fun with our superheroes? After all, isn’t that why we read them in the first place?