Director- Joe Johnston
Starring- Chris Evans, Hugo Weaving, Hayley Atwell
I don't really want to talk about this film- usually I avoid writing negative reviews, they terrify me. But it's time for me to face my fear. In fact, my friend and I pointedly did not discuss what we had just seen upon leaving the cinema, which is so abnormal it's almost frightening. It wasn't that the film was awful (although it wasn't good)- it was that there seemed to be nothing to discuss. The two and a half hours we spent in the cinema was dead time. Any hint of a story, or what could be called a thrilling film, was covered in a ten minute montage in the middle of the film, and the rest Hayley Atwell, who up until now I have admired, was cast, seemingly, for her looks- she fitted in perfectly with the wartime setting, but her looks never changed. She wouldn't have been out of place in Madame Tussauds. And frankly I'm shocked that Hugo Weaving considered the role. I don't even have anything to put in a review of the film. 24 hours after leaving the cinema I feel like I'm still waiting for it to start.
The film also serves as a cautionary tale for all producers who invest too much in the not-so-impressive 3D and not enough in the plot itself. As this, and Transformers' most recent installment prove, the results are not worth the money for a ticket.