My best friend and I went to see it, and found ourselves MSTing the movie while we watched. Never a good sign.
We see the mansion and its lush interiors.
Ah, Lara’s father must have been one of those billionaire-archaeologists we’re always hearing about.
Lara tells her butler, “It’s the 15th. Never a good day.”
My ex-girlfriend always bitched about her period too.
The Illuminati and their goons were pulling down a giant statue blocking their way into the Cambodian temple where the first piece of the triangle was hidden.
Oh, I get it…they’re Taliban!
We never learned just what that clock was counting down to.
We’re asked to believe ancient civilizations could build fantastic devices and control time, when they couldn’t even keep cholera out of their drinking water.
We have no idea what the Illuminati’s plans for the control of time were, and so no great reason to care whether they achieved their goals. Compare this with Raiders of the Lost Ark: we knew Nazis were evil, and that their getting the Ark would be a Bad Thing. That gave the story necessary tension which was lacking here.
Who was Alex West? What’s his history with Lara, and why should she care that he died with the Illuminati bad guys he was running with?
Why was Lord Croft in the Illuminati, if he’s a good guy?
The guy at the auction who steered Lara toward Manfred: what was his connection to Lara and to the Illuminati? His scene, like almost every scene in the movie between the action set-pieces, ended just at the verge of character development.
The story abandons us on so many levels, it’s hard to know where to start. Only one thing is for sure: Lara Croft has a fine pair of breasts. In the end that may be all the director was trying to say.