The Secret of the Lost City asks a simple question: what happened to comedy adventure? Formerly a cherished sub-genre of Hollywood cinema, it has for several years lost its aura, stuck between spy films, which opened up to the world a long time ago, and superheroes who no longer hesitate to quarrel. around the world for more or less justified reasons (the latest Marvel series, Moon Knight, invests the Egyptian deserts). With its lush jungles, disturbing animal roars and frantic chases on towering cliffs, The Secret of the Lost City was, on paper, something anachronistic and joyful.
In the era of streaming platforms which have considerably changed the notion of blockbuster, Aaron and Adam Nee’s film could sound like a call to order for family, unifying and fun cinema. Yes, theaters can still afford this type of show, not subject to the logic of franchises and sequels in shambles, with the sole mission of sublimating the Saturday evenings of avid spectators in exotic fictions. The presence of Sandra Bullock, Channing Tatum or Daniel Radcliffe in the casting seemed to confirm us in the idea that The Secret of the Lost City could be the perfect holdover from adventure comedy, however contrived it may be.
However, and to our great dismay, the recipe never really works. under influence In pursuit of the green diamond, The Secret of the Lost City follows a novelist named Loretta Sage who made her fortune on a saga of exotico-erotic novels. Exhausted, never recovered from the disappearance of her archaeologist husband, the writer thinks of letting everything go, until the day when a rich billionaire kidnaps her to help her find a treasure hidden in the depths of a hostile jungle. Alan, the hottie who covers all of Loretta Sage’s books, decides to set off to rescue Loretta.
Neither parody nor homage
From this altogether intriguing postulate, The Secret of the Lost City leaves the impression of constantly missing out on its comic and spectacular potential. Too preoccupied with making fun of the stereotypes of adventure comedy, expending its energy commenting on its own, mostly worn-out gags, rather than whetting the viewer’s appetite, the film shows an extreme softness and a glaring lack of ingenuity. So many expressions that we never thought to assign to such a cinema proposal, as it was full of actors who had in the past proven themselves in the field of comedy. The shower is freezing.