I Am Number Four
Removing more ridiculous than truly, “I Am Number Four” Series B feels luxurious, full nose. What was announced as the upcoming “Twilight” is therefore a mere damp squib that hardly merit attention.
John Smith (Alex Pettyfer) and goalkeeper Henry (Timothy Olyphant) only run. They have not found better ways to stay alive. Except that the teenager was tired of not being friends and love. So the next time that his life is threatened, he may well replicate instead of taking to their heels.
This film adaptation of the popular novel Pittacus Lore tries to mix everything without taking care of the appropriate mix of its elements. It is first a movie about adolescence, its joys and sorrows, the need not to be alone and the desire to share the intimacy of someone. The lone hero befriends a boy like him (the black sheep of the school), and he falls in love with a girl marginal. Between humans ‘different’, perhaps it is possible to find common ground.
There is also a story of science fiction. An ersatz “Terminator” with evil in one dimension, the gentle little more developed and laughable special powers (hands in flashlights!). The script, particularly confusing, does not make much sense. The viewer does not know what is happening under his eyes and it does not interest him much. He waits until the dough rises to enjoy this pizza, which ultimately has a funny taste.
The more cynical would say that is typical of all the efforts of director DJ Caruso. Once again the creator of the forgotten “Eagle Eye”, “Disturbia”, “Two for the Money” and other “Taking Lives” seems to be there to deliver the action. What he managed to do quite well with its special effects fairly effective, especially during the final confrontation which reserves the best moments of the book.
The problem is that we arrive there. This is easier said than done as all cheerfully poured into the farce that is never fully assumed. The laughter broke out almost continuously, which is not necessarily a good sign. The actors vie and intensity of mediocrity (the prize should go to Timothy Olyphant at a key scene), dialogues border on stupidity, and the internal logic gender mostly implodes under the weight of its improbabilities.
Halfway between the painful “Jumper” and the surprising “Push”, “I am Number Four” looks like a bad marketing move. A variation on “Twilight”, but with heroes almost entirely blonde. Alex Pettyfer is not except Robert Pattinson and Dianna Agron let alone Kristen Stewart. Producer Michael Bay has beautiful lick your fingers before this potential franchise, the public is not fooled. And to hear him laugh to tears at many moments that were meant seriously, nothing says that there will be consequences to the menu.
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