Filtering other people’s stories through the eyes of white men is tedious and offensive, and it feels like a desperate hedge against fresh perspectives.
John Carter doesn’t work, but with some updating and shifts in emphasis, the Victorian Sherlock Holmes and War of the Worlds have made recent — and very successful — transfers to the big screen. Has entertainment moved on too much for popcorn crowds to care about classic pulp presented classically?
Disney figured we were all dying to see a John Carter origin story. Were we? Or maybe only Hollywood is obsessed with origin stories, and we’re just along for the ride?
This dreary Disneyfied inconsequence features all the bigotries of century-old pulp fiction and none of the romance, neither the sexual nor the adventurous kind…
Shhh! Don’t say John Carter of Mars! He’s not of Mars, okay?