Netflix spent $320 million on a film you’ll hate

We’ve actually been bought a pig in a poke with administrators Anthony and Joe Russo.

In 2019, their entertaining three-hour Marvel epic “Avengers: Endgame” deservingly turned the second highest-grossing film of all time.

That was a blip, it seems. Since then, the brothers have been on a diabolical mission to ship a few of the worst and priciest films of the previous six years.

The most recent, “The Electric State” on no-good Netflix, value a staggering $320 million. That means it’s the thirteenth costliest movie ever made. A exceptional feat, contemplating the sci-fi journey is a dreadful and by-product slog and the streamer’s newest feature-length embarrassment.

Within the first jiffy, when a Nineties-era President Clinton enters and declares, “As of today, we are at war with the robot population,” we all know we’re in for an enormous, dumb waste of time.

I child you not, a narrator says that on this altered timeline, Walt Disney invented robots. Then, people enslaved them and the machines revolted. See? “The Terminator” was Walt’s fault! People gained the struggle as a result of Stanley Tucci invented android avatars that folks can pilot like drones.

The plot is a watered-down grab-bag of outdated, drained concepts.

Two years later, Millie Bobby Brown, with an unchanging expression of distraught alarm, performs insurgent Michelle. She embarks on a highway journey with an unlawful bot known as Child Cosmo (a remedial Buzz Lightyear), who apparently is being managed by her misplaced little brother she thought was useless.

So many celebs fall into this cash pit alongside the way in which. Jason Alexander, Brian Cox, Ke Huy Quan, Rob Gronkowski (?!), Anthony Mackie and extra plop in entrance of a inexperienced display or a recording sales space for some torpid recitations.

Like we’re at “Toy Story: Fury Road,” Woody Harrelson voices a mechanical, world weary Mr. Peanut.

One other android wears a sombrero and performs a Wild West saloon piano in an deserted shopping center.

C-3PO is Laurence Olivier subsequent to those annoying steel morons.

Michelle quickly groups up with Keats performed by Chris Pratt, as soon as once more doing his goofy Han Solo schtick he did in “Jurassic World” and “Guardians of the Galaxy.” He has the kind of laughable facial hair that proves one man’s mustache is one other man’s wig.

Talking of Pratt’s Marvel mixtape films, throughout a combat set to “Good Vibrations,” Keats yells, “I’m not dying to Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch!” All of the jokes are equally oversold and unfunny.

The Russos attempt laborious to mix humor, science-fiction and motion — loads of others have efficiently earlier than — however they solely handle to flatten the stakes and make viewers scowl.

All of the silly robots appear to be seaside balls on stick figures. Bear in mind — $320 million. And lots of of them are paying homage to the nuts-and-bolts “Transformers” Autobots, who additionally confusingly spoke like they grew up within the South Bronx.

Not as soon as do you care about any of those individuals, be they synthetic or flesh-and-blood. Michelle’s quest lacks thrills or thrilling developments. And “The Electric State” creaks alongside like a pre-oil-can Tinman. Poor Brown, nice on “Stranger Things,” serves one other dud away from Hawkins.

As for the Russos, they will return to the Marvel Cinematic Universe subsequent 12 months with “Avengers: Doomsday.”

This subsequent step comes after they’ve lastly wrapped up their multiyear streaming venture: Netflix: Doomsday.