At one stage, she says, proudly: “I’m sorry, I’m not that sort of Croft.” The Croft she’s like is Annabel.Īn ancient Japanese puzzle box, the property of the late Lord Richard, is handed over to her – and in it she instantly finds a vital piece of paper, and then her dad’s notebook, which contains top-secret handwritten notes, maps and line drawings of that dangerous island, rather like Alfred Wainwright’s books about the Lake District. The family name is very important to her. Naturally, this grownup Lara Croft is still supposed to be a total badass, proficient in kick-boxing and mixed martial arts she has a job as a bike messenger in London, sexily toughing it out in that streetwise way of hers, until she is ready to accept that her wealthy aristocratic father did in fact die so she can inherit the title, effective control of his company and a colossal amount of money.

But Lord Richard disappeared some time ago, on a mission to discover the tomb of the ancient Japanese queen Himiko, on a remote and dangerous island – and he is now presumed dead. In one flashback, he is wearing a hideous chocolate-brown double-breasted suit. This guy is always smiling wisely in soft-focus flashback in the grounds of Croft Manor, which has the same totemic importance as Wayne Manor, always kissing the demure infant Lara’s forehead or indeed brushing his fingers with his lips and touching her forehead (eeuuww) prior to going off on one of his dangerous ethnological adventures.

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