Last weekend I went and saw Doctor Strange with my dad. I have to say that I highly enjoyed the film, and it gave the scyfy nerd in me great satisfaction with the dimensional aspects of the world. I didn’t like how things were changed in the film of course, but I did like Benedict Cumberbatch as Doctor Strange and Tilda Swinton as the Ancient One. I still would’ve preferred the Ancient One to be Asian like he is in the comics.
The film is about Stephen Strange, a highly skilled and popular neurosurgeon who loses the use of his hands in a car accident. Strange, not knowing what to do with himself after the fact, does everything he can to fix his hands so he could still practice his life’s work. In a desperate attempt to do so he travels to Nepal to the Kamar-Taj (a temple of sorts) where he meets the Ancient One. The Ancient One teaches Strange about astral planes and the other dimensions in the world- or sorcery as they call it. She does this despite Strange’s arrogance and selfishness. The film essentially shares the journey of how Doctor Strange became Doctor Strange, the comic book hero.