“A group of ever so slightly wayward kids… A sort of watered down Breakfast Club for this generation…”
The relentless drive to rediscover every ‘lost’ super hero franchise of yesteryear continues unabated with this very 2017 take on the old ’90s kids TV series, Mighty Morphin Power Rangers.
A group of ever so slightly wayward kids thrown together through various improbable circumstances – A sort of watered down Breakfast Club for this generation – unwittingly find themselves to be the ‘chosen ones’ in the fight against the dastardly deeds of Rita Repulsa, a fallen Ranger-turned evil entity, whose reign of wrong-doing had actually commenced many millions of years previously.
Indeed, her initial plans to weave a web of wickedness had unfortunately (for her) been thwarted by the minor inconvenience of a meteor wiping out all life on planet earth.
Fast forward then to the present day, and a group of fishermen catch the preserved remains of Rita on their boat, in amongst their fishy loot. Apparently this is the cue that Rita’s grisly remains has been waiting for, all these millions of years, and she doesn’t waste any time jumping back to life, and wreaking havoc upon the local community.
Meanwhile, our angst-ridden teen heroes-to-be unearth some lost power crystals which are by all accounts of great importance to Rita and her pernicious plans for world domination. It’s not long – again through sets of circumstances too silly, convoluted and improbable to go into – before our new Power Rangers are fully embroiled in a bid to oversee Rita’s downfall, whilst she, in turn, plans to disarm them of their shiny crystalline bounty, and make good on her manifesto of mayhem.
Naturally it’s all nonsense, and it’s fair to say that by the time we reach the film’s cacophonous conclusion, any semblance of subtlety the film may have professed to entertain, has been well and truly trodden underfoot both metaphorically and literally, by some ham-fisted direction and an array of huge CGi creations, intent on beating seven bells of shite out of each other.
Nevertheless, and rather unexpectedly, there actually is a certain element of charm (of sorts) about Power Rangers. The five teens-turned-Rangers succeed in being fairly quirky, almost likeable characters, albeit ones playing up to clichéd stereotypes: The Jock (Dacre Montgomery), the cheerleader (Naomi Scott), the autistic nerd (RJ Cyler), the ‘don’t label me / I’m far too alternative’ character (Becky G), and, errr, the other one (Ludi Lin).
Each has a story to tell comprised of their own particular flavour of angsty issues, and it’s only by sharing and overcoming these and thereby successfully bonding together as one, that they can achieve their collective goal, and morph into fully-armoured Power Rangers – and other such Sesame Street-inspired life lessons.
It’s certainly true that Director Dean Israelite’s personal vision of Power Rangers frequently teeters on the brink of plunging over the precipice into a hellish mixing pot of sickly unrealistic, ever-so-clever dialogue in combination with that oh-so-tiresome emo-esque, furrow-browed inward reflection so typical of modern teen film and television. But somehow, Power Rangers escapes the dreaded drop of misfortune, and muscles on through to become what on balance is actually a reasonably watchable piece of family entertainment, and that in itself is probably some cause for celebration.
It’s certainly nothing special though, even within its own limited genre, but it’s not nearly as forgettable as had been both feared and predicted.
Just exactly what I was doing, watching something like this on the big screen, however, we’ll leave for another day…