What a joke

Rating: Null/10 (5 October 2016)

Garbage.
But seriously, why even bother. I'm not so much angry with Hollywood as I am disappointed with the American movie-going public. Hollywood thinks we're gullible jackasses and they're right.
Rise of the Silver Surfer is high in the running as absolute epitome of Hollywood complacency and mediocrity, in close competition with Eragon, Snakes on a Plane, and Meet the Spartans. There's something mystically worse about a film that's so profoundly mediocre as ROTSS as opposed to "so-brain-gratingly-bad-it's-good," as was the case with your Space Mutinies or your Manoses or your Three Men And A Babieses.
How anyone can consider this crap entertaining enough to warrant even so much as a rental, hell, to even warrant 100 minutes of their life, is beyond my comprehension. After Kill Bill? After Die Hard? After X-Men? After Sin City? After 300? Are you serious? How much more obvious could it get that the director--hell, everybody involved, even Stan Lee himself--doesn't even care? Aren't you insulted? Do YOU care? I'm to the point that I no longer hate Hollywood for producing garbage of this ilk. I now am much more disappointed with you, the viewing public.
Let me tell you something, straight up. If you don't care about finding that special something that, if not transcendent of mere entertainment is at LEAST crafted by people who give a damn, you don't love movies. You're a poser. Period. This unending deluge of Hollywood tripe is your fault, not theirs. Get out of my playground and stay out.
So cast your no votes and pat yourself on the back. You'll have forgotten all about this little piece of disposable kitsch before you know it, but somewhere inside yourself, subconsciously, will remain the harsh truth. Get real or get lost.
I exclude 0-15 year olds from this tongue lashing. Around 16 or so, you should have enough figured out to know better.