The plodding remake of Planet of the Apes offers proof of Hollywood's simian instincts: Monkey see old hit, monkey do remake. The movie, directed by Tim Burton, isn't laughably badóbut Battleship Earth-type laughs at its expense would make it less of a slog. It lacks the bite of Pierre Boulle's 1963 novel, the twilight-of-America sucker-punch of the 1968 film adaptation, and the maniacal graphic charge of even a messed-up Burton effort like Mars Attacks! (1996). It's just pointless.
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