I would have a lot more faith in the movie JUMPER if a certain Destroyer of the Old Republic wasn’t the hero. If, say, that Billy Elliot kid were the lead instead, my faith would bamf past excitment and blink straight into a super-powered geek-frenzy.*
Despite that nagging little voice in my head that says JUMPER won’t live up to my admittedly lofty story telling standards, I must confess. I’ve set aside $8, a tub of popcorn and a vat of Smirnoff-infused Coca-Cola for President’s Day. The PTBs subtle as a sledgehammer addition of “Samuel L. Jackson: Jumper Hunter” sealed that deal.
*Fellow Marvel Zombies, I trust you see what I did there.
