Tim Story’s Fantastic Four has enough warmth between its leads to suggest a decent comedy, but too little invention to sustain an action film. Chris Evans and Michael Chiklis make the dull stretches less punishing without making them worthwhile.
Tim Story’s Fantastic Four is intermittently pleasant and too often dull, a superhero adventure whose cast suggests a better comedy than the film delivers. The exchanges between the leads give it some warmth, and its lack of solemnity is welcome. We do not need a superhero adventure to take itself seriously. But light entertainment still needs invention, and too much of this film feels content merely to get the characters through their next piece of business.
Chris Evans understands the appeal. His Johnny Storm has the confidence to make a slight joke feel worth telling, and the performance gives the dialogue a lift it seldom finds elsewhere. We laughed at his one-liners because he seems so pleased with himself, rather than because the writing is especially sharp. That comic assurance matters: it gives us someone to enjoy watching even when the film is struggling to find something interesting to do.
Michael Chiklis is the other reason to persist. As Ben Grimm, he supplies feeling without making the comedy seem like an interruption, and his presence makes the group easier to care about. The humour and warmth come from a performance that feels attentive to the people around him. Yet neither he nor Chris Evans can make the ensemble work all the time; there are stretches when we are simply waiting for one of them to revive it.
Ioan Gruffudd’s Reed Richards and Jessica Alba’s Sue Storm leave less of an impression, though the screenplay does them few favours. Mark Frost and Michael France give the actors material that too rarely develops beyond the immediately obvious exchange. Julian McMahon’s Victor Von Doom does not provide enough force to make the less amusing passages compelling. The relationships need more surprise within the scenes already there.
Oliver Wood’s cinematography seldom gives the action a shape or image worth remembering. Bill Boes’s production design is similarly short of character; the surroundings do little to make this particular superhero adventure feel distinct. The effects associated with Johnny Storm offer some welcome visual pleasure, but they cannot give the rest of the action more personality. John Ottman’s music tries to stir some excitement, with limited success.
William Hoy’s editing keeps things moving, sometimes at the expense of letting a scene settle into a rhythm. The result can feel hurried without being lively, which is a dispiriting achievement for a film running 106 minutes. A superhero comedy needs enough patience for its cast to become enjoyable company, as well as enough energy for the action. Here the changes of pace too often leave the jokes unfinished and the action without much momentum.
The modest pleasures are real, and admirers of Chris Evans or Michael Chiklis will find something to enjoy. They are too scattered for us to recommend the whole film on their strength. Come for those two performances if that is enough; do not expect the action to repay the patience.