I had such high hopes for the Tomb Raider reboot.

I am an avid fan of the game, particularly the latest origin story of how Lara Croft came to be a bad ass grave-robbing heiress with killer instincts.

The previous two films with Angelina Jolie were cheesy and I saw this as an opportunity to really take this film series up a notch in the awesome stakes.

But the latest instalment, starring Alicia Vikander in the main role, left me somehow wanting more of the Jolie-style swagger.

Vikander, who I think did as much as she could with the part, was sexy, gritty and tenacious as Lara Croft.

Sadly, the talented Swedish actress is unable to cut through a wooden script, an implausible storyline and a backstory bogged down in unrealistic daddy issues.

Tomb Raider starts promisingly with boxing matches and a modern take on the fox hunt through inner-city London.

Implausibly, Lara works as a bike courier driver and remains blindly convinced her father, Lord Richard Croft (Dominic West), is still alive despite it being seven years since he disappeared without a trace.

She refuses her claim on the Croft family fortune because to do so would be to confirm her father’s untimely end.

On the cusp of signing the paperwork to secure her inherited fortune and her father’s official demise, Lara follows a breadcrumb trail to discover his final resting place.

She follows the clues to a Hong Kong shipyard where she meets drunken boat captain Lu Ren, played by an under-utilised Daniel Wu, and journeys to a fictional Japanese island in pursuit.

This is where things start to fall apart.

Matthias Vogel, played by serial villain Walton Goggins, is creepy and believable as the bad guy but it’s still not entirely clear what he’s doing on the island.

There’s a few fun sequences that mirror scenes straight from the video game - think jumping to safety through gushing waterfalls and wrecked aircraft hulls.

And then I fell asleep.

Yup. I was in the super comfy seats at Reading Newmarket and I woke up to find Lara had not only reunited with her father, but lost him again in the depths of an ancient Japanese queen’s tomb.

I don’t know exactly what took place in between, but needless to say it wasn’t captivating enough to keep my eyeballs open and engaged, even as a fan of the franchise.

I woke with a start, in time to see a few gutsy action sequences, crumbling caverns and other-worldly puzzle solving. Then, before you know it, we’re back in London.

The final scenes follow Lara’s return to a pawn shop to retrieve a pendant from none-other than British comedian Nick Frost, dressed up as the flirty store manager.

She purchases two identical handguns with a playful swagger and we all know where it's going (sadly, another film…)

It’s a good cameo and the type of humour the Tomb Raider film needs to really get off the ground. Shame it comes so late in the piece and felt so forced early on.

Although Lara managed to return from her archeological field trip, she may as well be out there in the archipelago off Japan, still hunting for the hidden tomb.

We can only hope she comes back from the breach with a believable storyline and an actual personality, next time.