I expected a fun film.
It's a movie based on the line of action figures and the 3D-animated show of the same name, both of which have had a pretty decent run (at least enough to make kids go "Whoa!", tug on their parents' sleeves, and demand a new Max Steel toy). It's something that's supposed to be fun and exciting. Sadly, the film is a cause for disappointment.
The film is aimed at teenagers and contains what we can
assume is an exploration of identity - something that's meant to relate to kids
as they trudge through their pubescent years. The changes Max experiences is an
outright broadcast to the little ones out there how growing up can be a really
Then, out of nowhere, an alien machine named Steel shows up and decides to play the father that is missing in Max's life by guiding him through the changes he is undergoing. To pile things up, Max meets a pretty darn good-looking girl who seems to be every teenage boy's dream come to life. She can even fix motorcycles! Damn gurl! If this is the best the writers can come up with, then they really need to grow up.
Anyhow, when more trouble brews up, Max and Steel combine their powers to become... Max Steel. At its best, this is the western equivalent
of Japanese metal heroes like Kamen Rider who transform when things get
overwhelming. Only this is a tad less cool.
The plot later begins to spiral into something incomprehensible. It's predictable and stuffed with repetitiveness. Chase sequences are supposed to be fun yet a plain white ceiling is far more interesting to watch than the action scenes in the film. Heck, a toenail you just chipped off is more interesting. If only we can make money by cutting nails.
It's nonsense at most. An attempt at launching what was supposed to be a new franchise, Max Steel misfires and wrecks your allies instead. It's not a cringe watch, so there is that to say at least.
But the film is hardly satisfying: the story doesn't work, the characters are uninteresting, the plot is too predictable, and even the action is yawn-inducing. Maybe in a decade, we'll get a reboot that's worth something. But this one? Nah. I had more fun with I am Number Four. And that didn't need fancy suits and over-complicated plots, just flashlight palms.