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Having spectacularly tanked at the US Box office and having attracted the sort of notices usually reserved for infectious diseases, LARA CROFT TOMB RAIDER – THE CRADLE OF LIFE looks like the end for the cinematic exploits of the pneumatic Lady Croft, adventurer extraordinaire and all-round saucy poutress. What a shame; the Lara Croft films may not be high art (all right then, they?e definitely not high art) but they?e loads of fun and a Hell of a lot more enjoyable than certain big budget action films of this long, repetitive summer (cough HULK, cough MATRIX RELOADED).
Those of us who don? spend every waking moment hunched over a red-hot joystick (stop it,missus) will have last seen Lara foiling the plans of some looney tunes psycopath intent on destroying the world with the help of a long-lost artefact (alright, ]]>
