THOR: THE DARK WORLD (12A, 112 mins) *** Starring Chris Hemsworth, Natalie Portman, Tom Hiddleston, Christopher Eccleston, Adewale Akinnuoye-Agbaje, Stellan Skarsgard, Kat Dennings, Jonathan Howard, Sir Anthony Hopkins, Rene Russo, Jaimie Alexander, Ray Stevenson, Zachary Levi. Director: Alan Taylor.

As big and muscular as its titular hammer-swinging hunk, and equally short on sparkling repartee, Thor: The Dark World is a sequel-by-numbers that slots neatly into the ever expanding Marvel Comics universe.

There are verbal references to yesteryear’s The Avengers and a cameo by one of Thor’s fellow superheroes. If nothing else – and there isn’t much else – Alan Taylor’s film is a master-class in brand recognition.

The Dark World squanders the strongest actors, including Tom Hiddleston as arch-villain Loki, in order to focus on the miasma of slick digital effects.

The script often bamboozles us with cod-science, spinning a fantastical yarn about an alignment of worlds every 5000 years which allows “an ancient darkness to strike”.

The Dark Elves of Svartalfheim led by Malekith (Eccleston) and second-in-command Algrim (Akinnuoye-Agbaje) intend to unleash a fluid called the Aether, which will plunge the Nine Realms into eternal darkness.

Throwing a spanner in the works, astrophysicist Jane Foster (Portman) has been exposed to the swirling gelatinous goo, which now courses through her veins. Thus, Malekith and his hench-elves launch an assault on Asgard, where Thor (Hemsworth) has concealed Jane in the hope that his father Odin (Hopkins) can extract the Aether from his sweetheart. When that glimmer of hope is snuffed out, the crown prince of Asgard turns to his nefarious adoptive brother, Loki (Hiddleston), for help.

Meanwhile, back on Earth, Jane’s mentor Dr Erik Selvig (Skarsgard), colleague Darcy (Dennings) and intern Ian (Howard) prepare for Armageddon as realms collide with cataclysmic consequences.

Thor: The Dark World ricochets noisily between action, comedy and romance, punctuating set pieces with deadpan humour.

A couple of plot twists, including the miraculous resurrection of one key character, cause almost as much head-scratching as the use of wormholes to travel between the Nine Realms.

Hemsworth swings his hammer with gusto but there’s no obvious sexual chemistry with Portman and Eccleston’s chief villain doesn’t have sufficient screen time to become more than a minor irritation.

Considering the hundreds of hours and millions of dollars invested in the sequel, it’s depressing that small details have been overlooked. When Thor crashes onto the platform of Charing Cross Underground station and asks a female commuter, “How do I get to Greenwich?”, she chirps, “Take this train, three stops.”

Evidently, the passenger is dazzled by the beefcake’s flowing locks and rippling chest because the Northern Line doesn’t pass anywhere near his intended destination. Mind the plot gap.