As so many of us feared, the Fantastic Four sequel apparently stinks too. So says probably my favorite mainstream film reviewer, Stephen Hunter:
Hey, FTC! Wake up! Shouldn’t some truth-in-advertising law require someone to rename “Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer” something like “Zzzzzzzz,” or “(Yawn)” or what about “See paint dry!”? Isn’t that your job?
Surely the dullest of Hollywood’s many comic-book-derived summer movies, “Silver Surfer” is drearier than corn dying in the Iowa sun, slower than molasses in Antarctica. Sentient humans should stay away; all others may enter confident that their IQs are already in the Chernobyl-fried range and will not be affected, except for downward.