Anyone who has ever been a child or played with one is familiar with the narrative universe of I Am Number Four , a teen alien/superhero/savior/vampire mash-up that’s all guts and no glory. In it, things happen in an order that’s too erratic to be called a sequence and yet too processed to amount to much of a story. Props, plot points, and ass-saving contingencies erupt only on the point of crisis, as they do in child’s play: Oh you’re an alien from a far-off planet? Well I am a different alien sent to kill you ! Oh you suddenly have superpowers to deflect my intergalactic weapons? Well guess what–I have a monster Fire-proof shield!
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REVIEW: Let’s Just Shoot I Am Number Four Back Into Space, OK?
