
Last night, I saw this stunning movie with my friend. Just watch the petite and baby face Jessica Alba of the ubiquitous “Who wants to give me another Tiger…beer” advertisement. The graphics were marvellous and the silver surfer is not a bad guy after all. It started when strange things are happening on planet Earth. A bay in Japan freezes solid. It snows on the Sphinx. All the electricity in Los Angeles turns off just like a light. Some are starting to wonder, a breathless TV journalist intones, if the hand of God is involved.
Not quite. Place the blame on the hand of Hollywood, always eager to put the planet in peril in the service of yet another superhero sequel, in this case “Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer.” Almost alone among comic-book adaptations, the “Fantastic Four” films, both the eponymous original and this one, manage to be less sophisticated than their original source material. While the comic was hip enough to last for more than 500 issues and nearly 44 years of continuous publication, the movie treatments, both directed by Tim Story, are no one’s idea of must-see cinema.
The new “Fantastic Four” also features the screen debut of one of the great comic-book figures, an entity iconic enough to get his name into the title. Yes, it’s the Silver Surfer, someone so cool and elegant that he takes the Four’s collective breath away. “Aw,” says the Torch, impressed against his will, “That is cool.”
Before we learn the Surfer’s story, however, we get to reacquaint ourselves with the Four: aside from Torch, a.k.a. Johnny Storm (Chris Evans), who can fire up at will, there’s his sister Sue (Jessica Alba), able to create force fields and turn herself into Invisible Woman. Her beau, Reed Richards (Ioan Gruffudd), can stretch himself into any direction as Mr. Fantastic, and his rock-like pal, Ben Grimm (Michael Chiklis), isn’t called the Thing for nothing. As those who saw the first film will remember, Sue and Reed are in line to get married. The new “Fantastic Four,” written by Don Payne and Mark Frost, goes in for some gentle skewering of our celebrity culture as the potential ceremony gets turned into “the wedding of the century” by a shameless (is there any other kind?) media.
It is just about now that the Silver Surfer, he of the buff body and the ability to wreak havoc with “the universe’s ambient cosmic energies,” appears on the scene. A Zen-like entity of few but always enigmatic words — “All that you know is at an end” is a big sentence for him — the Surfer has the kind of movie-star presence even movie stars dream about.





A few days before watching The Holiday which was a romantic heartwarming movie, I watch Babel with my friend. It was nominated so many oscars. Personally, I don’t really enjoy watching the movie which has 4 different stories and families to it. And the stories were all linked to a rifle, being handed over from the owner in Japan whose wife committed suicide using the rifle and passed to a villager in Morocco. That’s how the plot began. I did not particularly like the Japanese mute daughter who has an exhibitionist tendency and freely take the initiative to have sex with almost any male she meets. This is rather silly and it behooves me to watch this part, though the sexual scenes may justify the money paid for some people. I guess the young pretty actress is on the way to stardom, like most other female stars. Other than that, the story line was good and you get to watch Brad Pitt here. All in all, the show was more than 2 hours long.


