REVIEW
Some films are so stupid you can swear individual brain cells are dying as you watch them. Then there is Aquaman and the Lost Kingdom, during which it felt like entire clumps of grey matter were giving up the gig in disgust and abseiling out of my ears. With mere days to go until the turn of the calendar, here arrives the most numbingly moronic film of 2023: a second solo outing for Jason Momoa’s beefy merman, of the now-disbanded 2010s screen incarnation of DC’s Justice League.
The previous Aquaman wasn’t good either, but it was made with the sort of sunny brainlessness that travelled well. Of its $1.1 billion (NZ$1.7 billion) global takings in 2018, almost a third came from China, while it was Romania’s favourite film of the entire 2010s. Presumably in an effort to match this success, the sequel is essentially the CG equivalent of having an air horn blown in your face for two hours.
Its plot ostensibly concerns a magical substance called orichalcum – which, unless you happen to be a classicist, is the latest movie-franchise word you will hear 500 times in the space of 120 minutes and then never again for the rest of your life. But all it really involves is Jason Momoa’s Aquaman hurtling through a string of unreadably messy computer-generated battle scenes, rendered in some of the ugliest colour combinations allowed by the visible spectrum. In the same way that some films leave you with a lingering dislike of a certain actor or director, Aquaman and the Lost Kingdom sends you from the cinema with a profound and furious hatred of green.