Reed isn’t even interested in his life’s work! The construction of an actual, giant, working interdimensional teleporter is handled via montage. We don’t get to see Reed rattle off insane theories at lightning speed, or construct impossible gadgets to assist the functioning of other impossible gadgets, or worry himself sleepless over an engineering problem he knows he should be able to beat. ... If you’ve seen Ghostbusters (hah, “if”) then you recall how Egon is constantly spouting gibberish that makes it seem as if his breadth of knowledge is far beyond ours. What the heck is Tobin’s Spirit Guide? How did he build the proton packs? “This structure has exactly the same kind of telemetry that NASA uses to identify dead pulsars in deep space.” That is an actual sentence that Egon utters in jail and it has no importance to the plot but it’s GREAT because it’s yet another sign that Egon’s brain never stops working, never stops exploring. You get no such indication from this movie’s Reed Richards. In fact, when the interdimensional pod breaks down after its first hop, the circuitry of its power supply fails. In response, Reed just pounds a button screaming “I don’t know what to do!” even though he built the damn thing.
It's such a great motivation for a villain - it's not that he believes the world is better off under his rule, but he knows for a fact that his brutal dictatorship is the only way for humanity to survive. And really they should run all the way with this - make it explicit that this is not just Doom's interpretation of facts, it's not that he's overlooked other possible futures, he's not suffering delusions of grandeur, it's just true that the world will die unless Doom dominates it, and anyone who has the technology or magic to see potential futures for themselves and double check his work can see it. That's like the freedom vs. security metaphor of Civil War but cranked up to 11 and way more tonally fitting with the Marvel Universe...
If you intend to see the movie and do not want plot details revealed to you in advance, stop reading now. If, by contrast, you would like to admire the awfulness of Fantastic Four without actually having to watch it—or if you’ve already seen the movie and are still reeling from the experience—read on. I apologize in advance for the length: There’s a lot of awful to cover.
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