It opens sort of like Lord of the Rings, in that you need so much backstory to catch up with the layout that they bring you up to speed with a ton of narration accompanying shortcuts of the Lanternian history. (The narrator actually sounded like Alec Guinness.) Once I got that in my head, I started realizing that it had a lot of the same themes --- a ring of power coming to an unlikely holder, opening up the entire universe to a sheltered isolated people, but with him left to wonder why, in such a vast universe, the responsilbiitly has been left to him. Meanwhile, an unspeakable but relatively formless foe that had been defeated but not destroyed ages before has been inexplicably left unguarded and is gaining power. You get douchebags in the hero's company, and the allure and power of the dark-side-turning mentors. And I didn't like it and don't see people watching this five years from now. The big problem with all stories in the DC universe exists here: if a big evil spidercloud guy the size of Canarsie (sometimes he's the size of a city, sometimes he fits in a room, so I'm compromising) is threatening the Bay Area as his first stop in destroying the planet before going on to conquer any far off races that get in his way, why isn't Superman on the job? Where's the Flash? Hawkman? The Wonder Twins? Why is it left to a rookie? Some of these DC guys are just too omnipotent. In order to make threats big enough to challenge such godlings as these, the whole planet --- the very existence of mankind --- has to be in the balance. In every film! How can mankind survive in such a state perepetual existential crisis? The PTSD plague would turn us into a race of jibbering nincompoops. I really wish these guys would fight purse snatchers or car theives once in a while. Build a movie around them foiling a ring of nursing home executives bilking seniors out of their benefits. Anyhow, I realize that Iron Man has already established that, in superhero movies, chicks in Boston Proper cocktail dresses can be capriciously promoted to become CEOs of multi-billion dollar defense contractors, but at least Gwyneth Paltrow wasn't 23 or so at the time, like this one seemed to be. Give me an anchor of reality to make the fantasy more believable, you know? I can't focus on the screen with my eyes rolling all over the place, boobies or no. So, yeah, more of the same with these films. Some good ideas jumbled together on storyboard, but indifferently sewn into a semi-coherent script, apparently springing from the FX and design concepts, rather than vice-versa, culminating an a rather goofy climax*. But there was clobbering, smartassery, and legs, so congratulations, 14-year-old boys, the world is yours and not mine. * Did you know once you leave the Earth's atmostphere, you pretty much have all you need in outerspace, right there just beyond our communications satellites? You have big meteor fields and worm holes, and the Sun is like, right next door.