Remember the 1996 adventure flick The Phantom? Because of it's stale acting, sub-par direction and absolutely irrelevant and idiotic tag line (Slam Evil!), you probably don't - and I don't blame you. The animated series Phantom 2040 did little to wash the sour taste of the Simon Wincer directed flop from my palette, but at least it took itself a bit more seriously. Syfy is now looking finally do The Ghost Who Walks justice with a new mini-series that will air as a two night, four hour event starting on June 20th at 7PM.
Starring Ryan Carnes as the titular vigilante, The Phantom is described as follows: The legendary superhero returns in this modern-day and action packed miniseries event. When Kit Walker learns of his father’s death, the adventurous young man inherits the mantle of his superhero father. As the new Phantom, the 21st in the Walker line, Kit vows to uphold and honor his ancestors’ creed-to fight crime and injustice throughout the world.
Whether or not The Phantom lives up to the characters 70 year history of comic greatness remains to be seen. There's certainly a booming market for costumed heroes on the big and small screen, so I believe that the interest is there, but if the quality isn't, this will be forgotten quicker than the Michael Phelps pot-smoking scandal.
To get prepared for the big night, we've got a handful of photos from the new take, courtesy of Screen Rant. Have a look at them below, and please, reserve judgment until Monday morning:
Whereas most kids have a pushy thorn-in-your-side gym teacher growing up John Farley (Seann William Scott) was taught by the devil incarnate Mr. Woodcock (Billy Bob Thornton) whose whistle might as well have been his pitchfork. As a teenager Farley was Woodcock's prime target an honor that routinely led to (over)weight jokes and dodgeball beanings but 13 years later Farley seems to have gotten the last laugh. He is now a best-selling self-help author--thanks to his book inspired more than a little by his former P.E. tormenter--and returns home to Nebraska a full-blown celebrity. Things have come full circle--almost. Full circle comes when Farley learns that his mom Beverly (Susan Sarandon) is now dating Woodcock and class is once again in session. After a few botched attempts by Farley and his childhood friend/co-victim Needleman (Ethan Suplee) to dig up dirt on Woodcock Farley goes straight to his mom to prevent her from marrying his archenemy. And before long teacher and student return to their old stomping grounds the school gymnasium to duel over Beverly. Once upon a time--2003 to be exact--Billy Bob Thornton was a fresh bit of casting as a miserable crotchety Santa Claus; he has since appeared as a nuanced Bad Santa no less than twice and the third time as Mr. Woodcock is anything but a charm. As his latest grumpy old-ish man Billy Bob seldom imparts humor that doesn’t involve chucking a ball at an unsuspecting teenager’s head. At times in the movie it seems as though even he is tired of the same character. Speaking of playing the same character Frat Pack wannabe Scott doesn’t fare any better. He and Thornton have their moments of chemistry but when Scott is without proper assistance from a co-star or a pratfall his acting is exposed—as rather unfunny. He again appears unable to succeed at well under-the-top comedy. Luckily the supporting cast picks up some of the leads’ slack to balance it all out. Sarandon her days as a leading lady sadly a thing of the past adds desperately needed warmth to an otherwise inane farce. And in a too-small role SNL’s Amy Poehler as Farley’s heavily sarcastic publicist manages to score Woodcock’s biggest laughs. Not that that’s a particularly tall order in this case. Mr. Woodcock is the first of director Craig Gillespie’s two movies in two months--October’s Lars and the Real Girl is next--and he essentially has nowhere to go but up. The newcomer shows some comedic talent but certainly not in any way we haven’t seen a million times--in 2007 alone. Heavy on notions of comedy but light on execution thereof Woodcock succumbs to the same conventionalism that claims almost every other non-Apatow-affiliated mainstream comedy (yes it is necessary to continuously reference the genre’s gold standard). But it’s not all Gillespie’s fault. Writers Michael Carnes and Josh Gilbert would’ve been on to something had they made Woodcock the quirky Freudian dramedy it probably wanted to be on paper but they tried instead for the ol’ crowd pleaser. As a result audiences will anticipate each attempted joke the direction of the story and the ending. They may even laugh too but only out of sheer habit.