Fans can expect to cry uncle over the diminishing returns Stan Lee’s funny papers studio puts forth in this nothing-to-marvel-at stinker. Not even the special effects can save it. In long shot, and with the CG work such as it is, Ant-Man (Paul Rudd) looks to be an emulsion scratch riding a wave of salmon caviar, not the backs of friendly red ants. Rudderless Rudd lets the costume do most of the acting, while TV’s Evangeline Lilly emotes through gritted teeth when the script calls for her to get angry. But it’s an exhausted Michael Douglas — Kirk’s son! — who, instead of offering support in exchange for a fat paycheck, collapses before our very eyes under the weight of all the tedium. Peyton Reed (Bring It On) directed and six (!) writers receive screenplay credit for what many are predicting will be Marvel’s first flop. Never was so little done by so many to entertain so few. (2015) — Scott Marks
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