There once lived a man; a man of ambition; a man potential of great things. However, this was a man plagued with obsession and thoughts that defied God – dangerous thoughts. With no regard for the repercussions of his work and the latest technology at his disposal, he proceeded along a path of madness in order to feed his dark obsessions in order to create a being that would forever prove that man has surpassed his creator by becoming the creator. The fruits of his labour were monstrous, an abomination that would forever haunt him and threaten the world at large. His name has since become synonymous with evil and the horrific, un-Godly malform he had unleashed upon the mortal world: Stephen Sommers.
And so comes the Trilogy Trilogy comes to an end, and I figured as it’s currently the box office age of comic adaptations, to look back on the series that kick-started Hollywood’s 14 year-strong love of Marvel. Blade Trinity is the first incidence of Marvel’s unhealthy relationship with disappointing threequels for damn fine, virtually critic-proof franchises, as both Superman III and Batman Forever had established prior (fuck you DC). Yes, if the first film is a dragging but absorbing origins tale and the sequel the darker, more character and action focused story that builds upon the existing cannon while taking it to newer extremes, the third in a franchise is the misguidedly ‘funny’, lower guidance rated bastard spawn set to undermine the status quo and drag an otherwise damn fine series of films to an undeserved low that’ll make you seriously consider if a complete DVD (or 3D BluRay holograms straight into your brain if your reading this in retrospect) collection is worth it in the long run. So with the tone already set lower than a child’s birthday party in Joseph Fritzl’s basement, let’s begin.