Fantastic Four is the filmic equivalent of how I imagine most people think of superhero comic books. It's entertaining if you can manage to shut off the reasoning part of your brain, but not one thing in the whole film holds up to any sort of scrutiny. The Fantastic Four's costumes mutate along with their bodies because the DNA in the clothes has been altered along with the people inside them (except that clothing doesn't have DNA). Our heroes are introduced to the world at large when they save the victims of a multi-car pileup that they just happened to instigate. During the film's climax, the Thing is unable to turn back into Ben Grimm because there isn't enough power (until Dr. Doom comes along and charges the machine) but is able to turn back into the Thing without his aid.
And while this is all stupid, it's not quite insulting. No, that comes when you realize that they've made the most evil, destructive mortal in the Marvel Universe (Dr. Doom) into a super-powered buffoon who's pissed cause Reed swiped his girlfriend. Or, if that hasn't done it, maybe it's when you realize that if Ben can turn into the Thing and back again at the flip of a switch then why wouldn't they just go ahead and create a whole race of super-people. And if that still hasn't gotten you angry, well, maybe the fact that Jessica Alba plays a nuclear physicist will. But if all of these things haven't put you off the film, then Fantastic Four is probably going to be your favorite film of the summer.
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