This film was a horrible flop at the box office, so naturally I felt compelled to watch it. Disney lost a bundle on this flick, but it’s obvious they put a whole lot of heart into the production.
The plot is clean, the extras are functional, and the love story is perfection itself.
There was a chemistry between John Carter and the princess of Mars from the second they crossed paths. Their every interaction thereafter was tense with honest longing and full of heart. The lady performed better than a mere princess – she was a goddess!
The film critics eviscerated John Carter. It’s no wonder the film lost so much moolah. Personally, I think the screenwriter should get an Academy Award – and a big tent sequel! Somebody finally figured out how to outsmart the gay perverts who pull all the strings in Hollywood.
No gay sidekick in this flick, stepping in the middle of the romance at every blush or rapidly beating heart, like a transsexual who comes to work as a man one day and a woman the next – whatever it takes to be the obsessive center of attention 24/7.
Kudos to Disney for braving this production, for believing in romance – between man and woman! – and for giving me a pleasant 90 minutes of escapism free from homo subtext, unisex actors, flamboyant gay panache and all the other effing perversions Hollywood forces on us at every opportunity.
I’m ready for John Carter two.
