The visuals were amazing. Too bad they weren’t there at the start of the movie. I’d wanted the first image on the screen to be the sensual equivalent of taking that first sip of soda from a freshly popped can. Instead, I got a mouthful of dishwater. Maybe it began so quietly that I didn’t notice. Maybe it was that unhurried path through a hackneyed opening story that put me off. Whatever the cause, as the closing credits ran, the wild visuals and fun action were not enough for me to forgive Sucker Punch its lame start. I am, however, going to enjoy seeing the costumes worn by fans at future comic conventions.
