I don’t know how they do it, but the comic book world in the hands of the Marvel universe has hit nothing but home runs since Jon Favreau’s “Iron Man” in 2008.
“Doctor Strange” finds Benedict Cumberbatch’s character, the self-absorbed neurosurgeon Stephen Strange, venturing onto foreign soil in search of a way to heal his broken body after an automobile accident ruined his life.
The film has encapsulating visuals, nifty 3-D visual effects and a vibrant color palette. It starts off kind of like “The Matrix,” wherein the naive student learns everything from the master.
With “The Matrix,” it was a bald Laurence Fishburne as Morpheous. In “Doctor Strange,” it is Tilda Swinton’s (also bald) The Ancient One, who gives Stephen Strange the rundown on the ins and outs of life, including the ability to shift from dimension to dimension in a single instant.
At the risk of mixing franchise metaphors, it’s like John Hammond (Richard Attenborough) said in “Jurassic Park,” “we spared no expense.”
Also woven into the story is Strange’s camaraderie with fellow doctor Christine Palmer (Rachel McAdams). The pair have a fun time with witty banter and rapport. What makes the story work are the character motivations and questioning of the grand scheme of life.
“Doctor Strange” is worth the time and money for the big screen experience.