If Rob Cohen's name wasn't attached to this project, I would swear it was the work of Michael Bay. It has all of the crowd-pleasing director's trademarks: plastic characters, chaotic camerawork, lots of things blowing up, and an incredibly dumb screenplay. In short, it represents a great time at the movies for anyone who has recently undergone a frontal lobotomy. No wonder the guy sitting next to me started surfing the Internet with his blackberry less than half-way through this loud, frenetic snooze-fest.
Getting an audience to suspend disbelief isn't all that hard. If filmmakers can get viewers to buy into the premise, they'll usually be along for the entire ride. The problem with Stealth is that the movie starts out too stupid to be moderately credible, then proceeds to violate nearly every law of physics, chemistry, and logic. You don't have to be an engineer, a mathematician, or a scientist to realize that much of what's happening on screen bears no resemblance to any kind of reality. For Stealth to work, suspending disbelief isn't enough. It has to be switched off altogether. Some people can do this. I'm not one of them.
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