I detect the barest trace of Joss Whedon in this. (“There is only one god and I doubt he dresses like that.,” among a few other lines.) I hope they gave him a dump truck full of money for this. May he use it to resurrect Firefly or for a Dr Horrible sequel.

Of course, it’s always fun to see Samuel L. Jackson and Robert Downey, Jr., who was born to be Tony Stark. But this movie is 90 minutes too long (or 140) and you could show it instead of a Transformers sequel and most of the audience would be clueless. Awful. Awful. I want my time back.

True, the flying invisible aircraft carrier and the flying mechano-reptilian space ships were interesting, though the former kept me thinking about Vincent Price in Master of the World (a *much* better movie — Whedon should do penance by reworking that one). Sigh, even the wit and genius of Joss Whedon resorts to endless gunfire and smash ‘em up. What a waste of talent and money. I’m so tired of such shit.

But, I did enjoy the 1 second of screen time my friend Donavon Roberts had: