My High-Handed Review of One of those Fantastic Four Films Pt.2

Okay, the more times* I see FF2: Rise Up, Surfo! - the worse a problem that last bit is. From my previous review installment:
You know what else? If the Surfer can just fly up into space and kick that cosmic cloud's ass that easy - why didn't he do it ten planets ago? Come on!

Galactus went out like an omnipotent bitch.
I think from the Lord of the Rings, we've seen proof positive that a disembodied, all-powerful, mostly off-screen megavillain can still project vital menace and charisma into a film. Doom in this movie is Saruman at best, he can't carry the load on his own.

Where was Galactus?

I agree with the filmmakers that the film didn't need a godzilla-sized Macy's-balloon-looking purple guy with a tuning fork growing out of its head. But it needed something. It needed more than they gave us.

A high-minded critic might point out that the void left in the film by Galactus's nigh-utter absence speaks volubly of the absence of God in our lives (Galactus in the original storyline was very much an allegorical stand-in for God). But if that high-minded critic said that to me - in view of the abject vacuity of the rest of the film, if he tried to slide that interpretation across all smooth I would have to put him on his ass for that. Get out of my face, what, like I couldn't have thought that up myself? Let's limit our interpretations to what can be supported from within the film, please. The film doesn't support it.

The film needed way more than it got, in the menace department.

By the way, Godzilla would trash the Fantastic Four.

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