One piece at a time, every great classic is being destroyed. Every day, I hear the words of George Orwell in his most famous work - "Every record has been destroyed or falsified, every book rewritten, every picture has been repainted, every statue and street building has been renamed, every date has been altered. And the process is continuing day by day and minute by minute. History has stopped. Nothing exists except an endless present in which the Party is always right."
This was no exception. Being a fan of the HG Wells' work, I really wanted to like this. Unfortunately, this was 100 minutes wasted.
The movie itself was as boring as watching paint dry. Besides that, for a story about the invisible man, we seem to spend most of the movie following the girl around instead.
In the original, the process not only turned the inventor invisible, but also insane. With this incarnation, we are never shown anything at all about his past pre-transformation, so we have nothing on which to base his current obsessions. If you ask me, he doesn't act any differently than most people walking around today.
The acting was subpar, but that wasn't the worst. The worst was the apparent complete lack of a continuity editor. So many things are wrong that anyone competent at the job should have caught. For instance, when the man gets shot, there's no blood anywhere - obviously, because his blood would be invisible as well. But when the wound is bandaged, suddenly the blood becomes visible seeping through the gauze. But it's ok, because we're told that his blood becomes visible when it coagulates. :eye_roll: Really? OK, so why, when he steps on a broken bottle later do we see blood dripping and pooling on the glass? A wine bottle is taken from a wino and broken - mid swig - yet there is no liquid in the bottle when it shatters. When books are thrown in to a fireplace, there burst into flames as if they were made of magicians' flash paper. I could go on and on, but I have no desire to bore you just because I had to sit through this snoozefest.
Finally, as with most modern era flick, the past has been modified to reflect current attitudes towards casting... if you know what I mean. Not to mention the mixed affections being placed in front of us as every turn.
Do yourself a favor. Either watch the original 1933 version or better yet... read the book while you still can. I'd go so far as to say that even "Abbott and Costello Meet the Invisible Man" would be better time spent than watching this.
