By Jonathan Pabón
Since this is my first time writing for the site here is a brief yet efficient way of describing myself: I love comic books and essentially everything related to them.
When I first heard that Dr. Strange was being released as a Marvel Studios film, I was
overjoyed by idea of the Sorcerer Supreme in his Sanctum Sanctorum fighting devils and
demons with his manservant Wong. I grew ever anxious for the next piece of information about casting or character additions, which leads me to this trailer.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m still quite excited for this release, but the trailer made me pump the brakes a bit.
The idea of a trailer is to temporarily transport you into a world that you want to revisit when the final movie is released, all this trailer did was make me car sick.
I literally and figuratively couldn’t tell which way was up and which way was down. I haven’t felt this visually attacked by a trailer since “Sucker Punch,” and that was a bad movie. For two minutes I was lost in what appeared to be the love child of Christopher Nolan and Ang Lee.
What I wanted to explore is the life of the good doctor and how he survives in a world where he’s no longer the most talented man in the room, seeing his downward spiral into a shell of his former self, finding his faith restored.
On paper this movie is golden. It has a popular lead actor in the titular role
(Benedict Cumberbatch), a beautiful female costar (Rachel McAdams), a very impressive curveball casting the Ancient One as a female (Tilda Swinton) and two very menacing antagonists (Mads Mikkelsen and Chiwetel Ejiofor).
They couldn’t possibly get this wrong, or could they?
Is Phase Three ready and does Marvel Studios have a long and prosperous future?
But let’s be honest, while he was walking up that staircase at the end, I got chills. What I didn’t know is if they were from excitement or from uncertainty.