As I told you months and months ago, this foreign born A list mostly movie actress who is an Academy Award winner/nominee was going to bomb with a big box office movie.
Sure enough, it happened and now the studio doesn’t want to make a sequel, at least with her.
Review: Tomb Raider
From a strictly action-hero point of view, Alicia Vikander’s 2018 incarnation of Lara Croft is about as similar to Angelina Jolie’s 2001 original as Postman Pat is to The Terminator.
While Jolie’s gun-toting, high-status Lara opened her movie by annihilating a multi-armed robot while throwing the sort of kung-fu moves that made Bruce Lee look arthritic, Vikander’s begins with her working out in the local gym followed by a rather dull catch-me-if-you-can bicycle game around the not-very-mean streets of London.
Which is not to say the 2018 Tomb Raider reboot is worse than version 2.001. That would be nigh on impossible.
It’s just a different proposition. Less a high-concept video game reimagined for the big screen, more a Gregory’s Girl spin-off with the tiniest hint of Shakespeare’s The Tempest.
Today’s Lara is in her early 20s, broke and scraping a living in London as a bicycle courier. That’s her choice. She could be as rich as Croesus having inherited her father’s multi-national business if only she’d sign his death certificate.
But she won’t because that would be accepting the unacceptable and acknowledging her dad’s demise after he took a mysterious trip seven years earlier, from which he promised to return but didn’t.
We know more. We know he had set off on a treacherous journey to the East to find the lost island of Yamiti in the middle of the perilous Devil’s Sea, where he hoped to discover the tomb of Himiko, the first queen of Japan who spread “death and destruction with just the touch of her hand”. – Source