We used to be so excited to find out who was going to play Batman. But that is Batman; spun into the fabric of cool, referenced when we are astonished and chased by awesome villains. But a bright actor like Cumberbatch entering into a waterlogged collection of Marvel comic book films, is not marvelous. And the film did not alter this sentiment.

The forced persona and cheap dialogue of Doctor Strange was obvious, no matter the dimension. The special effects were dizzying and a puppet string version of Chris Nolan’s mastery. Furthermore, this origin story was about stuffing too many shoes in the suitcase for one trip while leaving the basics behind.

As we take in the layers of fantasy within this story, skepticism is the only applicable notion. And we are asked to bear a degree of mental malleability to accept this tale. Ergo, the big screen version of Doctor Strange, with severe nerve damage in both hands, is tightly gripping a collapsing window ledge in another world. And that might be glossed over by other folks, but not us.

Poof! Our mystical napkin rating system can only spell 1.9 out of 5 napkins upon Doctor Strange.