Power Rangers – ★★ 1/2
Take a classic 90’s phenomenon, throw it into a time where super heroes rule the box office, inject some Iron Man modern-ness and CGI wonder, and what have you got? A fucking mess.
The Power Rangers are annoying brats who conveniently come together to find coloured stones that give them the power to morph into cyborg-esque moron’s, who suddenly know kung fu and can (without being taught) fly and control giant dinosaur robots. Jason is an ugly Zac Efron, Kimberly and Trinnie are basically the same, Zac has ADHD and don’t even get me started on Billy.
For an hour and 45 minutes we are forced to watch a Sci Fi version of Dawson’s Creek. The final 30 minutes is when we see them in costume, and when they get to destroy Angel Grove with their dinosaur machines just as much as the giant gold thing their fighting. It’s a senseless catastrophe.
The problem with Power Rangers is that it’s aimed at a young audience who have no idea of it’s original source material. It forgets about it’s real audience – the people who were once young, who sat in their pyjama’s on a Saturday morning and loved this sh*t. They’re now 29, drunk on wine, half way through a hot dog and as confused with their own life as they are with this movie.
Power Rangers 2? Not on my Nelly.
By Matt Skings