You would think that these collected heads of knuckle would eventually figure it out.
This is modern mythology; you can twist it, massage it, update it and polish it to a fine shine; provided that you keep the key beats alive and vital.
You also have to accept that the genre is at its core batshit crazy. Take any concept of realism, ball it up and chuck it out the window.
Marvel has consistently demonstrated that they understand this; hell, they managed to do the Jack Kirby Space Vikings and have it come off like Shakespeare (having Kenneth Branagh behind the camera on the first one helped.)
So a gritty, mired in realism, dark and broody Fantastic Four. Oh this can only end well.
I could be wrong. This may be a perfect superhero film that descends from on high like a thousand hand-jobs from the heavenly hosts themselves; spreading joy and wonder to all who put down their hard earned to view it.
But let me be the first to say, I have my doubts.
This is modern mythology; you can twist it, massage it, update it and polish it to a fine shine; provided that you keep the key beats alive and vital.
You also have to accept that the genre is at its core batshit crazy. Take any concept of realism, ball it up and chuck it out the window.
Marvel has consistently demonstrated that they understand this; hell, they managed to do the Jack Kirby Space Vikings and have it come off like Shakespeare (having Kenneth Branagh behind the camera on the first one helped.)
So a gritty, mired in realism, dark and broody Fantastic Four. Oh this can only end well.
I could be wrong. This may be a perfect superhero film that descends from on high like a thousand hand-jobs from the heavenly hosts themselves; spreading joy and wonder to all who put down their hard earned to view it.
But let me be the first to say, I have my doubts.