As the proud owner of the entire Mars series, written by Edgar Rice Burroughs - the creator of John Carter and Tarzan, it pains me to witness the wholesale failure of the recent Disney production based on the first of the Mars books - A Princess of Mars.
Try as I may, I cannot find any real fault in the movie, which I saw yesterday. I suspect that it's failure stems from the lack of a big named star and the utter lack of appreciation for history in our instant everything generation.
People, this story was written at the turn of the 19th century; this story is acknowledged as the genesis for the works of George Lucas (Star Wars) and virtually every other notable interplanetary tale.
Tele-transportation, strange creatures that amuse, puzzle and terrify, epic wars and the most lurid and sexualized paperback book covers ever created to boot.
Come on people, Harry Potter, Twilight, and now The Hunger Games -- they are all great,
John Carter of Mars is also great, and it was great when being great really meant something.