The Losers: The movie this time

As you know, I had pretty good things to say about The Losers comic book, so I was really excited to go see the movie this weekend. I wasn't excited because I thought the movie was going to be particularly good, but because the book had a lot of very well laid out action scenes, and a visual presentation that I really wanted to see represented on the screen.

In that sense, the movie was a tremendous success, this is definitely a turn off your brain and enjoy the ride kind of show. All of the main characters are well cast, being fairly faithful to their comic counterparts, with two exceptions: One is Aisha, played by Zoe Saldana, doesn't really look like a pakistani child commando all growed up. The other shake up being Idris Elba as Roque, replacing the guy in the comic that I always confused with the team leader Clay (they looked and dressed fairly similar) with a very large black man really worked for me. Jeffrey Dean Morgan (The Comedian/John Winchester) pulled off Clay perfectly, Óscar Jaenada has the look for Cougar down (since he doesn't say much) and Chris Evans did an admirable Jensen (As a side note, I didn't really see Evans as Captain America after the Fantastic Four movies, but this movie made me think he can do it).

The story is a barely sensical mishmash as a lot of the comic arcs, and for some reason, the big bad Max was interested in using some kind of high tech super weapons, versus the book where he simply had a lot of nukes hidden around the world on remote detonators. I'm of the impression that if you go to a movie with guns on the poster, expecting a clever and witty story, then you're doomed for disappointment.

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