Tom Holland delivers an athletic action man performance,  yet a lack of chemistry with his co-stars, along with Ruben Fleischer’s pedestrian  filmmaking, makes Uncharted an underwhelming action adventure of little  thrill or stakes.
                                      Here is another example on how difficult it is to adapt a  video game to the big screen. For years game lovers have been vying for a movie  adaptation of popular video game Uncharted, but surely this Ruben  Fletcher (Zombieland) directed bore of a film isn’t what they  were hoping for?
                                      Those of us who don’t know the different between Nathan  Drake and Drake the rapper will find this attempted cross between The Da  Vinci Code and Fast and the Furious to be banal at best. Uncharted has the elements for a solid adventure movie – action, romance, mystery – yet the  execution is lazy.
                                      
                                      Uncharted begins with young adventurer Nathan  Drake (Tom Holland) literally hanging on to dear life from a cargo plane in mid-flight.  What should have been a thrilling moment is ho-hum with its lack of stakes and  unoriginality. Flashback sometime and we see Drake recruited by Victor Sullivan  (Mark Wahlberg), a seasoned and shifty fortune hunter who is after the fabled treasure  of the 16th century Magellan expedition.
                                      Drake and Sullivan follow the clues to several different  exotic locales, finding artifacts and the like that will lead the pair to their  destination. Along the way they cross wealthy bad-guy Santiago Moncada (Antonio  Banderas in perhaps his most boring role yet), and partner with Chloe Frazer  (Sophia Ali), Drake’s love interesting who is annoying rather than appealing.
                                      Worse yet is the chemistry between Holland and Wahlberg.  Whatever old school vs. new school buddy-comedy vibes that the filmmakers of Uncharted were aiming for clearly got lost its mark. 
                                      Wahlberg, with permanent scowl and monotone delivery,  phones it in with spiritless ease. Holland fairs better with an athletic action  man performance, yet his on screen personality is as flavourless as they come.  While the British actor can get away with such a thing in Spider-Man when playing off strong character actors in villainous roles, Uncharted see’s the young star carrying a franchise on his own and constantly stumbling  while doing so.
                                      Fleischer fails to inject any thrills, any stakes in Uncharted,  the blandest action-adventure movie seen in some time. If only we could press  the “reset” button.