Oof. What do you call a rip-off of a rip-off?
Because let's be honest, Lara Croft is Young Indy Jones. Too bad Alicia Vikander has to strap on the form fitting bra of someone much more stacked.
In this one, Croft is a reluctant thrill seeker mixed martial arts Millenial that doesn't enjoy that she is the daughter of a globe-trekking gazillonair. In this case, a higher calling has separated him from a teen Lara. Fast forward seven years, and resentment of abandonment, she is a willful adult now and biding her time as a bike messenger. Assuming this is the adaptation of a different Tomb Raider game that re-adjust 2001 Tomb Raider. The thing missing. The fun? Vikander's Croft is somehow the tough lass and the victim. Not yet proven an ass-kicker...or it comes and goes as required, it is...somehow...also confusing. Many moments that would end the movie pop up. The villain is no surprise that Walton Goggins plays a very straight forward baddie. He takes glee in evil despite the fact that his only motivation is actually for a good cause. Seems there may be a missing scene.
There is no room for the least bit of fun. Or joy. It is...well...safe. Considering the stakes end 40 minutes in. While it's fine to show a woman feeling the peril of mercernaries, it's also odd that they would take joy in consistently smacking a woman around.
I dunno. Something that is missing I've noticed is the upbeat dark sense of humor. I didn't like the original when it first came out, but man do I miss it now.
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