Lady Lara Croft [Angelina Jolie] is a bored rich girl who dabbles in archaeology to feel closer to her dead father, Lord Richard Croft [Jon Voight]. Her archaeological methods are dubious enough to make tomb raider a more appropriate job description. She inherits a quest and a clock from her father, the quest is to find two pieces of a mystical ancient object and destroy them to prevent the Illuminati from gaining the power over the time stream and the clock is the key to their whereabouts.
Fighting the good fight along side her, is loyal butler, Hillary [Chris Barrie] and her gadget wizard, Bryce [Noah Taylor]. Hillary is to quintessential British manservant, the type of man who doesn’t bat an eye at any of the eccentricities of his mistress. Bryce on the other hand is a geek, happier playing with his electronic toys rather than dealing with people.
Manfred Powell [Iain Glen] is a lawyer whose real passion is clocks, and it is a clock that initiates his meeting with Lara Croft. He has his own interests in the clock, ones that coincides with his duties to the Illuminati. Employed as a tomb raider for the other team is Alex Cross [Daniel Craig], ex-lover and current rival of Lara Croft.
Now that I have introduced you to the cast. It is time to drub the movie. That’s right.. I am gonna give it a drubbing.
Tomb Raider would have been better if those breasts were, in fact, exquisite visible manifestations of Angelina Jolie’s acting ability. Unfortunately, her talents are not given anywhere near the same level of exposure as her hooters. Jolie could have redeemed this movie by showing any sort of acting ability at all, by injecting anything close to a spark of life into the Lara Croft character, but she fails miserably. Lara Croft could have been an interesting, complex character, but Jolie presents her as nothing more than a pumped-up runway model, pouting and smirking her way through the movie. In fact, Jolie can’t manage to act as well as Denise Richards’s Bond Girl in The World Is Not Enough, and that’s saying something.
If you’re out for some mindless entertainment, are fan of the bullet-fest or are just partial to a well built lass in a padded bra and a tight white t-shirt, you’ll probably love this film ( Fat Chance. I know that people at Mouthshut are not THAT mindless). If, on the other hand, you’re looking for something a little deeper, I’d like to know what drugs you were taking when you thought this film was a candidate.
And Lara Croft must be the luckiest woman alive: after about 10 tetrazillion rounds of bullets were fired, not one struck her (there were more bullets fired at her than there were on the kargil war).
I don’t see what her having big boo*s had to do with the plot-the director must have been fascinated with them; he got so many close-ups and slow motion shots of them.
I don’t care if people say ’’It’s only a video game.’’ If THAT’S the case, that’s the way it should have remained-AS A VIDEO GAME.
And By the way... I do Not Recommend this movie!