Review: ‘Quantumania’ is the worst Ant-Man movie yet. And Paul Rudd isn’t even funny

The third installment of the Marvel series is just another weak superhero movie that wastes the talents of Rudd, Jonathan Majors and Michelle Pfeiffer.

Paul Rudd and Evangeline Lilly star in “Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania.”

Photo: Marvel Studios

Paul Ruddmust really be as nice as he looks. He agreed to appear in “Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania,” despite a story that pushes him to the margins and a script that doesn’t play to his strengths.

Remember how Ant-Man was thefunny superhero? Remember how this was the superhero franchise that appealed even to people who don’t like superhero franchises?

Forget all that. “Ant-Man: Quantumania” is a glum, tiresome exercise that follows the pattern of every run-of-the-mill superhero movie ever made. There’s a villain. He’s unconquerable. He’s going to destroy everything. But, somehow, after a lot of bright orange explosions that look like something on a computer screen ... well, you can guess the rest.

The movie has two good performances (byJonathan MajorsandMichelle Pfeiffer) that are dramatic, but neither of them have anything to do with Rudd’s easy charm and flair for comedy. Rudd’s scenes are mostly played opposite Kathryn Newton, as Ant-Man’s teenage daughter, Cassie.

In the movie’s opening minutes, Cassie almost gets the family killed by accidentally getting them dragged into the bubbling red Quantum Realm. Cassie is clearly an imbecile, but since it’s a rule of superhero movies, and of American movies in general, that teenagers can never be wrong, this is never acknowledged. Instead, most of Rudd’s performance consists of his looking at Newton lovingly and calling her “peanut,” while she, as Cassie, tells him off for no good reason.

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1 star"Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania":Sci-fi adventure. Starring Paul Rudd, Kathryn Newton, Michelle Pfeiffer and Jonathan Majors. Directed by Peyton Reed. (PG-13. 125 minutes.) In theaters Friday, Feb. 17.

The real star of this movie is Pfeiffer — and that’s a wonderful thing to be able to say in 2023 — yet her stardom here comes tinged with frustration. This is one of the greatest and most colossally underrated screen actresses of our time, but there are no showcases being written for her talent. As Janet, she’s just a cog in this movie’s machine, a jewel in a pile of garbage.

In an early scene, Cassie shows off a device she has invented that can send signals to the Quantum Realm. As Janet watches this young idiot, she tenses, and a look crosses Pfeiffer’s face, edgy, full of unspoken trauma. It’s a look we remember from much better movies: Something bad is going to happen, and there’s no way to stop it.

Thanks to Cassie, “Quantumania” isn’t really shot in San Francisco, except for brief snippets. The rest takes place in a green-screen world, where beleaguered tribes are in a protracted and losing battle against a guy who calls himself Kang the Conqueror. A name like that should have been a red flag, but it turns out he is someone Janet knew back in the day.

闪回康(专业)和珍妮特的过去the only living portion of the movie. Both are stuck in the Quantum Realm and want to get out, so they work together on an escape plan. What Janet only later discovers is that Kang, who seems nice enough, is actually a force of destruction who exists outside time and wants to destroy planets and timelines.

That’s sci-fi silliness, but Pfeiffer dignifies it with real human emotions. She doesn’t play the absurdity of “my friend wants to kill planets,” but rather “my best friend turns out to be evil, and I have to stop him.” And Majors dignifies it, too, finding a fascinating mental through line for Kang: He’s weary. He has seen everything, and he knows that nothing lasts and nothing matters.

But there’s only so much goodwill that a movie can buy with a well-acted 10-minute segment. Throw in a single comic interlude (a famous screen comedian as one of Janet’s ex-lovers), and you have 15 minutes of pleasure scattered over a 125-minute wasteland.

Here and there, screenwriter Jeff Loveness, remembering that he’s writing an “Ant-Man” movie, will throw in some half-hearted joke, but it doesn’t belong and only seems jarring. “Ant-Man” isn’t an example of bad comedy. It’s bad drama, bad science fiction, and a waste of everyone in it, including Evangeline Lilly and Michael Douglas (yes, he’s back, too). The case of Lilly is particularly odd, in that her character’s name is in the title but she does nothing in the movie but stand next to Rudd, while he’s also doing nothing.

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    Mick LaSalle

    Mick LaSalle is the film critic for the San Francisco Chronicle, where he has worked since 1985. He is the author of two books on pre-censorship Hollywood, "Complicated Women: Sex and Power in Pre-Code Hollywood" and "Dangerous Men: Pre-Code Hollywood and the Birth of the Modern Man." Both were books of the month on Turner Classic Movies and "Complicated Women" formed the basis of a TCM documentary in 2003, narrated by Jane Fonda. He has written introductions for a number of books, including Peter Cowie's "Joan Crawford: The Enduring Star" (2009). He was a panelist at the Berlin Film Festival and has served as a panelist for eight of the last ten years at the Venice Film Festival. His latest book, a study of women in French cinema, is "The Beauty of the Real: What Hollywood Can Learn from Contemporary French Actresses."