Morgan Spurlock does not appear on-screen in his latest shlockumentary. Nor does this longtime camera hog narrate. Both of which are good things, as far as I’m concerned.
And as long as I’m handing out backhanded compliments, Comic-Con itself, which draws 125,000 to San Diego annually, is a subject better-suited to Spurlock’s breezily superficial style than al Qaeda (“Where in the World Is Osama Bin Laden?”) or product placement (“The Greatest Movie Ever Sold”). When co-producers Joss Whedon, Harry Knowles and Frank Miller aren’t pontificating on-camera — or a minimally interested Harrison Ford is plugging the last “Indiana Jones” movie before the thronged masses — Spurlock focuses on a pair of aspiring comic-book artists, an aspiring costume designer and a veteran comic-book dealer struggling to stay in business.
There isn’t a surprising moment, and it’s an affirmation for hard-core fans and pretty much everyone else of William Shatner’s immortal exhortation to Trekkies: “Get a life!”