Max Steel

A movie based on a toy should be a whole lot more fun than this.

A spectacle without the spectacle, an autumnal, amorphous blockbuster that just sits there, suspended in mid-air, as you soak in its ceaseless banality.

Given that the character began life as a hunk of plastic with a cool name, it's hardly surprising that writers have reshaped his biography on the fly, with all the consistency of kids playing with their toys in the backyard.

What's truly depressing about the whole enterprise is that Garcia and Bello were pulled into it. Yes, actors love to work and bills need to be paid, but perhaps a fund could be started to spare talented thespians this sort of career embarrassment.

While the proverbial "'90s kids" may get a nostalgic kick out of seeing their old action figures in the flesh, novices are likely to be bored by a movie that feels more like a failed pilot for a TV show.

A half-baked, time-wasting curtain-raiser for a superhero franchise that is never, ever going to happen.

Max Steel is what happens when the sole rationale for your film is 'People used to like this toy.'

Isn't just ugly, but it's boring, and it's a shame considering the concept at least has potential.

Max Steel demonstrates a lack of absolute interest towards the public that should be directed. [Full review in Spanish]

Max Steel moves in the territories of mediocrity due to irregularities in editing, null creativity to orchestrate entertaining action sequences and exaggerated use of digital effects. [Full review in Spanish]