Granted that I haven't seen a lot of the teen-age horror movies that this film is undoubtedly part of, but if there are worse films than this out there, I don't want to see them. I went to see it because the title intrigues. If there had been a countdown (witnessing the extinction of numbers 1,2,3) so we might slowly learn the nature of the danger, it would have been conceivably interesting. Unfortunately, we begin right with the title character, a plastic handsome blond Hollywood type who has no charisma and less talent. I laughed aloud more than a few times, and as far as I could discern, no humor was intentional. The only saving grace (if there was one) was Dianna Agron, who made an appealing ingénue -- very pretty, not exceptionally vapid (like the rest of the film) and conceivably talented. This is the kind of movie an actor would leave OFF his resume -- no one would want to admit to being in it. Of course, choices are made by agents, not actors, and to some idiots this appeared to be worth urging their clients to accept roles. I've probably seen worse movies, but as might be understood, I can't remember the titles. If there was an explanation of why the aliens wanted to eliminate the aliens who were already on earth, I didn't get it. But I wasn't paying attention much of the time, once I saw the torture I was in for.
Review of I Am Number Four
