 Short review: This movie stinks. It's terrible. It's a waste of money, not to mention the nearly two hours of your life you'll want back if you see it. I only gave it a "1" because the scale didn't allow me to give it a negative five trillion, or even lower if I wasn't feeling so generous. Long review: The acting is, at best, passable, but certainly not inspiring. What's even worse is that there are way too many things that are too hard to believe or are just silly. For example, Martin the Martian has a talking space suit with a mind of its own. How lame is that? Then how about when he puts on about 70 pounds eating ice cream, and then loses the weight the next day without any explanation as to how? If it were that easy to lose weight, who'd need exercise? Then what about the fact that when Martin's ship needs a replacement part, an alternator from a car solves the problem? Right, of course, it makes perfect sense that a part from a car should work just fine in a space vehicle that's at least 100 years beyond our technology. Oh yeah, and Martin's human friend Tim (or whatever his name is) loves a woman named Lizzie and isn't consciously aware that he thinks of her as anything but a friend. Yeah, right, tell me another. With all the great movies that have come out from Walt Disney Pictures, what possessed them to release what is arguably the single worst movie in the history of cinema? I thought Attack of the Killer Tomatoes was bad, but at least its badness was kind of amusing. My Favorite Martian is about as amusing as shooting yourself in the head with a nail gun. You may read another review, submit your own, or return home. |
