Zack Snyder, almost as gravely as Michael Bay, has the unfortunate reputation of his name alone being the kiss of death for the quality of anything he chooses to direct. His shot-by-shot adaptation to screen of Watchmen was a rare exception, but apart from that it's been lunkheaded slo-mo hyperaction with scant regard for plot all the way. Rebel Moon is his transparent attempt to get a piece of the almighty Star Wars pie by nicking as much as possible from Lucas's saga. There is a tyrannical Imperium and a pseudo-Nazi evil villain, an orphaned heroine and plucky band of rebels who oppose them, random weird aliens, anthropomorphic droids and warriors with glowing swords. But Snyder doesn't stop there either with his ransacking of better sources. Seven Samurai, Dune and even John Carter are also pillaged, and to what end? The finished composite product doesn't even have the dignity of Frankenstein's monster, and certainly less right than it did to exist.
And yet, because this got in enough unwary punters, there will still be a second part very soon. Oh joy.
3/10
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