A cocky, ‘fearless’ military jet pilot is gifted a magical green ring which bestows its powers on him so that he may fight the powers of evil.
I bet in comic form, the story was absolutely fabulous, but for some reason, it was just missing something for me. Not that Ryan Reynolds wasn’t absolutely lovely in all that skin tight green, but there is something that feels quite hacknied about fighting ‘fear’ with ‘will.’
And he kept saying it was about the forces of evil. Each time he said it, I twitched because fear isn’t evil. In of itself, its a very natural and in some places necessary response.
Can you imagine if nobody was afraid of anything?! What sort of mayhem would the world be in right now? Probably not that that much worse than it currently is, but no one would be too afraid to jump off bridges, or be rude to strangers, or try out drugs, or leap in front of cars. There are all sorts of things to be afraid of, and, in my mind, a lack of fear, means a lack of things to lose. Like your life? Isn’t that important? To not have even the most basic fear of losing your life… seems a bit much to me. We’re only human after all.
Though that did turn out to be a good message of the film in the end. Fearlessness and courage are two utterly different things.
Still, it was pleasant enough to watch, with the standard, disfigured and physically crippled villian and the love interest who, most pleasant of all, was not as dumb as a bag of rocks! In actual fact, she did a couple of things that helped her avoid disappointing me, including recognising her best friend, even with the stupid little green mask on. A feat that even Lois Lane never managed with Clark and those utterly daft glasses. -_- Well done that woman!