Review: Dr Strange (2016)

Ah the Marvel Cinematic Universe, where all of Hollywood’s brightest stars come out to shine. Two or three times a year, every remotely marketable Movie Star from Chris Pratt to Chris Evans to Chris Penn strut their stuff in their finest Halloween apparel, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake. Marvel’s latest confection is Dr Strange, featuring Sherlock Holmes as Dr Stephen Strange, the mercurially talented neurosurgeon with the touch of gold (his touch is cold). A tumble off a cliff edge in his Lamborghini leaves Strange miraculously, and ungratefully alive. His hands are mangled beyond the help of conventional Western medicine, and his life is in tatters! Much angst! Such sadness! Read More

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