Film Review: Dr. Strange in the Multiverse of Madness

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Warning: This film has an endless title (“Dr. Strange in the Multiverse of Madness”), and this review contains vulgarity you will not find in my typical reviews. If you’re not up for it, skip it.

Let’s face it, wherever Dr. Stephen Strange (Benedict Cumberbatch) goes, shit happens. Now he’s back, not just in the world but in “the Multiverse of Madness” (not that the whole series isn’t madness, understand; it’s that “multiverse” thing that sets this one apart). 

I guess Marvel decided that he’s had it too easy, and besides, they’re tired of the series, so in this end-of-series film, shit happens not just in the here and now but in “alternate universes” (huh? that’s what I said too), and it seems Strange isn’t in control of which and when and what and who.

Some of the usual gang is here: Strange’s buddy Wong is along for the ride, and so is Wanda Maximoff (Elizabeth Olsen), that native of Sokovia, a sorceress herself who knows how to harness Chaos Magic (but not the chaos in this film, apparently). She wears that funny black headpiece, goes crazy herself, and eventually manages to manipulate a whole town into a reality she likes, where she becomes the Scarlet Witch.

Still with me? Let’s not forget Christine Palmer (Rachel McAdams), a surgeon and former colleague of Strange. They almost had a romance until his massive egotism got in the way. Here, she marries someone else and Strange messes up the festivities (what a shock).

Oh, and Strange’s buddy Wong (Benedict Wong) shows up too, and tries to keep him anchored to some semblance of reality.

But that can’t happen, because this film is just telling us good-bye forever, but before we go, here’s some more nonsense for you to giggle about.

This time Director Sam Raimi has filmed in Norway, where it’s easy to make things look really cold and inhospitable, and maybe you’d be more likely to accept the craziness you’ll see.

Nah. Just look at all the nonsense and realize that this is the last time you’ll see these characters, these maga monsters and the whole idea of Dr. Strange et al.

From my perspective, there’s too much weirdness, too much stuff blowing up, disintegrating or changing into other forms or other universes to keep me interested. Two plus hours of this shit is just a tad too much. No, it’s way too much.

So long, Dr. Strange. I won’t miss you.