lillythai

Here's what makes me hate big companies...and I'll do a little dishing to make this a bit more interesting.

Yes, this movie was made entirely to capitalize on the live action Superman feature hitting the theatres on the 26th. Which isn't exactly a bad thing except it's obvious that this movie was truly an afterthought.

Dan Riba, the Godfather of the Justice League series is mysteriously absent from this production and man does it show. It seems as if Warner Brothers wanted to crank out a straight to DVD flick but Riba insisted that he needed more time to make the film coherent and best of all...good. Warner Brothers said, "No Can Do" and went ahead with production.

Ugh.

Enter writer, Duane Capizzi. Before this movie he was writing ALF: The Animated Series, Jackie Chan Adventures, and that other travesty, The Batman. It's clear that Capizzi has no interest or knowledge in following actual story lines and caricatures which is evidenced in his ridiculous portrayal of Lex Luthor. Why Lex Luthor is written like it was supposed to be cast by Gilbert Gottfried, I'll never know.

Then there are the producers, Margaret M. Dean, Kyle Jolly, and Sander Schwartz whose previous credits involved Tom & Jerry and Scooby F'n Doo.

Make no mistake, this is a horrible, horrible film that was made specifically for 5-10 year olds who probably don't care about story or plot. Don't hold any ill will towards The Justice League. Dan Riba had nothing to do with this garbage.

Avoid this film at all costs.

This is truly one of the worst films I have ever seen in my life. Rod Steiger who stars as the ornery grandfather, Charlie, is in full overacting mode hoping that the more flashy he is, the better his performance (Cue buzzer sound). Rod Steiger is one of the last true film legends and to see him in this film (although End of Days is the 2nd worst film I've ever seen) is really heartbreaking. From the bad storyline to the nonexistent direction, it becomes abudantly clear that the only reason this film was made was that the producer's last name ended in DeLaurentis. The only good thing about this film is that it is so bad, it's truly hysterical. Look for the flashback scene where Rod where's a Jor-El wig from Superman and a big black porno mustache. One only hopes that his follow up film, I Believe in America, from Uber-producer Kevin Arbouet will redeem him and leave a good taste in everyone's mouths.

You know a movie is going to be bad when the audience laughs at a supposed emotional climax. Meet Chris O'donnell, a mountain climber with absolutely no muscle tone, his sister Robin Tunney, with absolutely no acting talent, and the ridiculous plot with absolutely no sense. First of all, the relationship between O'donnell and Tunney make Angelina Jolie and her brother look perfectly normal. Most people just look at their siblings, they gaze longingly into each others eyes. But besides the weird relationship, the story is ridiculous. The same tragedy that separated them brings them back together which then separates them which in turn brings them back together (Whew! If that doesn't make any sense, welcome to the viewing public's experience of this movie) Scott Glenn appears as his usual haggard self. He really gives new meaning to the word crusty. Bill Paxton does his best at being menacing (his best wasn't good enough). The ending is as expected, extremely predictable. By the way, if a movie was ever guilty of gratuitous explosions, this is it. As I was leaving the theater, a 10yr old summed this one up the best,"I rate this movie a C for Crap!"