This movie's not completely horrible, it just could have been better had they bothered to, say, come up with a decent script. There isn't enough story here for a feature-length film, so it's been soy-extended with excessive special effects sequences, a lame attempt at slapstick, and a ludicrous (yet unoriginal) plot device that lets Michael Chiklis appear sans latex a couple of times (not to mention providing a convenient excuse for Jessica Alba to shed her clothes). Lots of things happen without explanation, stuff we can figure out for ourselves comes out of The Thing's lips anyway (his denial of actually having lips notwithstanding), and Johnny Storm--the quintessential selfish jerk--neither gets his comeuppance nor lands the girl. Even what should be obvious setups (like Susan Storm's temporarily banished zit) are completely wasted. It's enough to give Galactus indigestion.
Silver Surfer works best when it's making fun of itself--even mocking its own commercialism. My favorite scene is the brief cameo appearance by Stan Lee (as himself). Wait for the DVD. Two stars.