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Sonic the Hedgehog 4 Fecha de lanzamiento anunciada

Autor : Henry Actualizar : Feb 22,2025

Paramount Pictures ha anunciado la fecha de lanzamiento para la próxima entrega en la franquicia Sonic the Hedgehog. Variety informa que Sonic the Hedgehog 4 está programado para un lanzamiento del 19 de marzo de 2027. Este anuncio se produce inmediatamente después del exitoso Sonic the Hedgehog 3 , que recaudó $ 218 millones a nivel nacional y más de $ 420 millones a nivel mundial, lo que la convierte en la película más alta en la franquicia hasta la fecha. Esto supera los impresionantes $ 148 millones ganados por la primera película, una hazaña notable teniendo en cuenta la controversia de diseño inicial que rodea al personaje sónico original.

Sonic the Hedgehog 3también posee la distinción de ser la segunda película de videojuegos de mayor recaudación en América del Norte, siguiendo solo la película animadaSuper Mario Bros., alimentando aún más la rivalidad de larga data entre Nintendo y Sega en la gran pantalla.

Play El universo sónico de acción en vivo continúa expandiéndose, ahora que abarca tres largometrajes y una serie de transmisión spin-off de Knuckles. Las películas, basadas en la querida serie de videojuegos de Sega, siguen a Sonic (con la voz de Ben Schwartz) mientras se enfrenta a su archienemigo, el Dr. Robotnik (Jim Carrey). Cada película ha introducido progresivamente personajes más icónicos del juego, incluyendo Tails (Colleen O'Shaughnessey) y Knuckles (Idris Elba), con Sonic 3 finalmente introduciendo Shadow the Hedgehog (Keanu Reeves).

Mientras Sonic 3 insinuó al próximo personaje que se une a la franquicia, nos abstendremos de los spoilers aquí. Para ver detallados los nuevos personajes y una revisión de Sonic 3 , consulte nuestros artículos dedicados.

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