A rose-hued ode to fanboy-dom, Comic-Con doesn't even try to scratch the surface of the world's largest geek meet-up. Which is not to say it isn't enjoyable. Director Morgan Spurlock, noticeably, never shows face, perhaps a nod to the fact that he'd have nothing to say that the reverential fans can't say themselves, and better. The film follows five devoted con-goers: two aspiring comic artists, a costume designer, a geek who plans to propose to his girlfriend at the Con, and the proprietor of a comic book store bemoaning the demotion of actual comics in the Con's pecking order. The latter is a subject conspicuously glossed over. Rather than tackle the intrusion of capitalism and Hollywood in a convention that began as a grassroots movement for society's fringe dwellers, Spurlock instead relies on romanticized musings from big names in geek, including Joss Whedon, Eli Roth, Kevin Smith, and, of course, Stan Lee. Which, if not revelatory, is at least entertaining.
