There is one vice of which no man in the world is free; which every one in the world loathes when he sees it in someone else; and of which hardly any people […] ever imagine that they are guilty themselves. I have heard people admit that they are bad-tempered, or that they cannot keep their heads about girls or drink, or even that they are cowards. I do not think I have ever heard anyone who was not a Christian accuse himself of this vice. And at the same time I have very seldom met anyone […] who showed the slightest mercy to it in others. There is no fault which makes a man more unpopular, and no fault which we are more unconscious of in ourselves. And the more we have it ourselves, the more we dislike it in others.
The vice I am talking of is Pride or Self-Conceit: and the virtue opposite to it, in Christian morals, is called Humility. […] Pride leads to every other vice
— C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity
First of all, I’m going to say that if it wasn’t for Venom, I wouldn’t have even given Shazam (not including the exclamation point symbol) a chance. And I’ll get to that later.
Other than that, I was also encouraged to see this movie by other reviewers like appabend who said this was the best DC movie yet (post-Nolan Batman trilogy). This film was getting several positive reviews. I have to say, I was skeptical, especially after seeing the trailer without even cracking a smirk. However, considering I’ve been misled by trailers in the past which made a film look mediocre when it ended up being more than that (the main example that comes to mind is How to Train Your Dragon), and since another film managed to get my hopes up regarding superhero flicks (at least those outside of Disney+Marvel), I decided to give it a shot.
Well, the opening act certainly managed to get me interested. We see a kid, who is somewhat mistreated by his father and older brother, be rejected due to his inability to resist temptation when it comes to power. And he understandably throws a bit of a fit over this (he is just a little kid after all), and this inadvertently leads to an accident that cripples his father (who didn’t think much of him in the first place). It was a great emotionally investing moment, making me interested in seeing what would happen to the kid next.
Turns out that the film pulled a fast one on me. This kid wouldn’t be the lead protagonist. Rather, it’s the next less interesting incident involving a little kid; and this would end up being our lead protagonist. A kid who wants to find his mother after losing track of her at a fairground. And that ends up being his motivation for most of the film, to try and find his mother after losing track of her at a fairground, not once getting some common sense knocked into his head over those years that she just didn’t want him. Maybe she got dissuaded from aborting him after seeing Unplanned or something. Seriously, I was more interested in the first kid, wondering what was happening with him during this time. But, of course, it ends up being the kid with the more bland backstory (by comparison anyway) who winds up becoming the Shazam superhero.
Despite that, the film still managed to hold my interest. With the new foster home and parents filled with foster kids which exist purely to mark off “diversity” on the “How to Make an Inclusive PC Movie” checklist. The rise of the supervillain played by that one British actor who plays a villain in everything except Kingsman (Mark Strong). The discovering of the superpowers, what he’s capable of, how to use them, “great power great responsibility,” etc. It was all done well enough albeit not spectacularly.
The film was fine up until the finale. With the big epic fight. There’s an awful lot of running around and pussying out until the last moment. Even when the action does get going, it all goes on for far too long. I was getting bored and just waiting for this damn thing to end. The film-makers just don’t realize that, unless you’re doing an extended action finale with practical effects in a live action movie, or at least have some great martial artists doing something along the lines of The Raid 2, or Ip Man, it’s just not going to be all that interesting. That is, unless the action/fight sequences serve as a way to further the plot and characters. And in all fairness, the finale does do that; and it does take place conveniently at a carnival to thematically fit in with the kid losing his mother (ie family) at the carnival in the past, and discovers a new family at a similar place in the present. But the finale is still largely just filler special effects (like, at least 60% of the time, and that’s being generous). It needed some serious trimming.
It could’ve worked too. They could’ve made that finale interesting. The potential there was so obvious I’m convinced they opted to drop it for the sake of throwing in some anti-Santa Clause jokes (probably because they didn’t want this movie associated with Christmas in the same way Die Hard and Lethal Weapon are; which is fine by me, because both those movies are better-made than this). There are these monsters that represent the 7 deadly sins (wrath, gluttony, envy, greed, lust, sloth, and pride [arguably the deadliest of all]). Why weren’t these 7 given time to showcase their distinct personalities? I don’t mean they needed character development or anything. We didn’t necessarily need to know their backstory or where they come from. But it would’ve been nice if they were more than just CG monsters running around trying to kill people. There’s nothing about them that makes them live up to their names. We don’t ever see Gluttony tempting the fat kid with a donut or something. We don’t ever see Lust turn into some hot chick and try to seduce one of them like a pedophile (the sex of the kid doesn’t matter, even girls these days want to get laid by hot chicks); or at least offer to get one of the kids to grow a pair of tits (chubby kid and the 17 year old college-bound girl don’t count, they both already have titties). We don’t see Wrath offer the superhero nerd power to impose his wrath on those who bullied him. We don’t see Greed offer wealth to any of these poor kids who could always use some spare change to purchase a couple material items. Hell, we don’t even have Sloth offer the protagonist sleeping pills or something. As for Pride, Jesus Christ, that one should be so fucking easy it’s not even worth giving an example (my review is better than yours; now humiliate yourself!). The best we get is the protagonist using Envy’s weakness to his advantage for one moment, and that’s about it.
Utilizing those characteristics could’ve easily justified a lengthy finale. But we don’t get that. Which reminds me, that’s also a problem I ended up having with the main villain. We don’t see much of an internal struggle within him. How the temptation from all these vices plays upon his personality and incidents from his past to make him into an evil man with no possibility of redemption. That arc pretty much ends with him taking care of his family issues permanently, and that’s it. He’s never haunted by his actions, or presented with the possibility of questioning/mourning his actions by the protagonist(s). So the last act ends up being weak, because it’s not strong enough on its own without those elements to justify the extra runtime.
As for the theme of the film, it’s more about what one does when they are rejected by their original family, and what they do to settle with a new one. Family can go beyond bloodlines in some cases. It’s a decent enough theme, but it would’ve been nice if there was more bluntness with the contrast between the protagonist and the villain to highlight that aspect. For some more emotional ‘oomph.’ The best extended action sequence in the film is the first encounter between the villain and hero. Especially because it actually got me to laugh, particularly with the reference to Big. I was also laughing because of how deadpan Mark Strong’s delivery was this entire time. Despite how ridiculous all this was, with teddy bears being thrown at him, and running on the piano, he never dropped that dead-serious stare. I would love to know if he broke down laughing between takes.
All-in-all, the film is worth a watch, I guess. If you have nothing better to do. It didn’t work for me mainly due to a weak finale, and a number of minor irritations that built up over time that eventually got to me. Lost more faith in the possibility of the superhero genre working for me once again. Though now that I think about it, I was never all that into it to begin with. Only a few of these films ever worked for me. Like Captain America: Winter Soldier, a couple of the X-Men films, the 2nd Sam Raimi Spider-Man film, and…
Rated: 3.5 / 5
Hence to say I didn’t see this one in theaters, something I now regret. I had lost interest in superhero flicks at this point. The trailer did intrigue me. But then there was the news that this was going to be an R-rated release, then they chickened out and made it PG-13. To quote Venom himself, “Pussy.” So I passed on it. But then I started hearing some good things about it, along with mixed messages regarding how good or bad it was. Not enough to get me into the cinemas. But it eventually made its way onto television. Plus I have a fellow board gamer who highly recommended it (whose taste in films and shows I question most of the time). Eventually, I gave in to my curiosity.
And surprise, this film ended up being pretty damn fun and more entertaining than I was expecting. Don’t get me wrong, this film isn’t perfect. It’s got plenty of plot holes in it, with questionable containment issues, the lack of a fallout from law enforcement once everyone went back to a regular life (mostly). Stuff like that. But the rest of the film compensated for all that.
We have ourselves an honest-to-God multidimensional character with strengths and faults. He had a decent job that he loved doing, a good fiance, and enough finances to keep his life stable. Then he winds up making a dick move and takes classified information behind his fiance’s back, for the sake of getting dirt on this corporate jerk. Well, the rich corporate jerk hits back, gets him fired, and his fiance leaves him once she learns he went behind her back like that. A combination of mistakes he made, and of powerful corrupted corporate overlords flexing their muscles. A real flawed protagonist, who isn’t exactly virtuous, but not a complete wimp either. Just a regular guy with regular flaws who succumbs to irregular temptations, who has pros and cons to his character. It was refreshing to see a protagonist who wasn’t a complete wimp who needed superpowers to be somebody (like Captain America, or Kick-Ass). It was also refreshing to see someone who wasn’t (nor becomes) a Gary Stu or Mary Sue, like Captain Marvel or Rey.
Just that aspect alone made me hold some appreciation for this film (though it does try to pull a climate change and overpopulation message in a half-assed manner). And once Tom Hardy gets the symbiote transferred to him, he does become considerably stronger, but not unstoppable. Unlike most of the other superheroes who practically have no weaknesses (or at least none that are easily exploited), this anti-hero actually has a couple. High-frequency sound waves, and fire. It’s perfectly possible for mere mortals to take him down if they come with the right resources and a solid game plan. And these are the types of things I want to see in superhero/super-anti-hero/supervillain flicks. I don’t want someone who’s unbeatable unless pitted against someone/something else that’s also unbeatable. I don’t want a film where they can absorb X amount of damage before succumbing to injury/death (where ‘X’ = whatever the fuck the screenwriters decide). I want guys/gals who are more than capable of facing a legit threat each movie without necessarily tossing in another overpowered alter-ego.
Plus there’s Venom’s attitude. His dialogue is terrific. Intentionally laugh-out-loud, and intimidating. A symbiote that feeds of off the major internal organs of humans (brains, lungs, pancreas, etc.). How he’ll just spout out something casually in the middle of a conversation like, “Let’s eat his brains.” I love it! Moments like that give this film a great comedy element.
Best of all, a clear character arc happens not just with Tom Hardy’s character, but also with the symbiote Venom himself. Hardy goes from overzealous reporter, to run-down demoralized loser, to terrified man seemingly on the verge of losing his mind, to getting into his powers and gaining a more confident attitude, among other things. It’s one of those aspects that managed to make this lengthy car chase scene work in the middle of the film. Normally, I’d bitch about that sequence going for too long. But there are two elements to it that make the length work, aside from more practical effect work than I was expecting. 1.) To demonstrate some more of the extent of his powers. 2.) Hardy’s character arc that changes from, “Oh my God, I’m going to die!” during the first half of the chase, to “This is awesome!” during the second half. It fits in with his overall character arc.
I would point out more examples of what I loved about the film, but I’ll save those moments for those who haven’t seen the movie. But there is another worth pointing out just for the sake of contrast to the Shazam movie. The final fight. For starters, it wasn’t as long as that in Shazam. For another, it also expands upon what the symbiotes are capable of doing, how Venom isn’t the strongest symbiote out there. But there’s also the bond (metaphorically and literally) that forms between them. Plus, I have to admit, there’s a moment that looks pretty damn awesome where symbiote is fighting symbiote, and how they all start twisting and mixing together as they clash, while the hosts within are also trading blows with each other. It’s one of the more unique special effects I’ve seen in a while.
Plus a part of me also loves the idea that this film seems to be taking a jab at that mediocre 2017 film called Life, considering the name of the “evil” corporation is called Life Industries, and the film begins in a manner similar to how Life ended. Was also a bit surprised to see a Stan Lee cameo in this one (it also tugged at the heartstrings a bit, considering…).
All in all, I recommend this film. It’s the best Superhero flick I’ve seen since Batman v Superman. Now don’t get me wrong, that movie has problems that are worse than any found in this film (the biggest of which was the huge miscasting choice made to play Lex Luthor). But at least it is distinct enough to stand out from the other schlock that came out of a conveyor belt, and had decent enough (imperfect) characters with solid motivations.
The whole film is designed to be a feminine knee to the groin to us men who still have a pair of balls. From pre-production to post-production to the film’s release and post-release, the cast and production company, plus various half-assed review sites, have done nothing but taunt us. And speaking of taunting us and having half an ass, Brie Larson fits that description perfectly. She wants less white men around about as much as she wants to have less of an ass. Her and everyone else involved are completely aware of the fact that men love asses they can bounce a quarter off of, so what better way to put the joke on us by providing a lead with an ass where that’s physically impossible. In fact, her ass defies the laws of physics. It’s not only an ass incapable of bouncing, it does the opposite. So if some poor schmuk decides he’s lucky enough to get laid by her, when he tries to penetrate/pound that ass hard enough to prove that it’s bounce-able, he will instead get sucked right into it, and then get shit out from the front end.
And he won’t survive the ordeal because her pussy will fuck you up. Her pussy shreds her underwear to the point that it’s in style like it was at Victoria’s Secret. So don’t believe Scarface what Scarface says. When a cop points to the scar on his face and asks, “Where’d you get the beauty scar tough guy? Eating pussy?” The answer should most definitely be yes. Samuel Jackson had to find that out the hard way, except the pussy ended up shredding his eye out rather than his cheek. Not to mention her pussy has a void all its own as well, that’s why tentacles and shit come out of it. That pussy spent too much time in Japan, maybe even too much time around Takashi Miike; it will also want to rape guys with those things so that they know how it feels.
But, of course, what makes a superhero special isn’t necessarily the powers they have gained or were given. It’s not necessarily the skills they’ve acquired. It’s not necessarily the experience they have. Hell no. It’s about what sex they are, or what sex they decide to define themselves as, and what sex they want to have sex with. Because that’s an achievement based on merit which makes the world proud to view them as a savior. Consider what would be so special about a gay guy, and what would make his merits stand out on his resume.
“‘We are proud of our gay son.’ I so I was saying, ‘That’s an odd thing to be proud of.’ Because, it’s not an achievement, you know. It’s not something you work all your life to be gay or anything like that. […] These 50-60 year old men are actually bragging at work like, ‘Hey Bill, uh, my kid, we’re proud of him, Johnny. He had graduated from Harvard, first in his class. Now he’s articling over at Harvard law firm and uh… oh and he loves cock! He can’t get enough cock in his mouth, his ass. I got a picture of the boy here sucking another man’s cock that I wanna show you.'”
It’s the same case with women. It doesn’t matter their merits, it just matters that they’re their. And if they love pussy, all the better, it will make them fit in with the men. Next thing you know being in shape won’t be a requirement either, because we can’t shame the fat-asses from joining, especially those Latina chicks. We gotta get them early before their ass fat spreads to the rest of their body. We need an army build on diversity damnit! Merit doesn’t matter anymore!
“So, are you finished?”
Nope, I’m just getting started baby. All those rant paragraphs before are just me getting warmed up before I tackle this movie. And I’m not going to tackle this one sober. Time to get all fucked up.
“Wait, so you’re going to get blasted at a movie theater?”
While that is certainly a possibility, there are 2 problems with that.
1.) The alcoholic beverages are more overpriced at the theaters that sell them than they are at a fucking bar.
2.) I’d rather not give Disney my fucking money for this film, especially when both those working within the company, and the stars of Marvel films in general, tend to hate people like me; even when we’re being reasonable. So if they’re not going to be reasonable with me, then I’m not going to be reasonable with them.
So if I’m not going to pay for it via some streaming service or at a theater, then what am I going to do?
“Thar she blows maytee! And she is blowin’ hard! Hand me a battle of the Caribbean Rum Jim, I’m going to need it before tackling this mighty beast. After we’re done, the drinks are on me and we’ll go chasing wenches in circle like we used to be able to do at some fantasy place in Disneyland.”
Rated: I’ll tell you later
“The motherfucker who makes your fries at McDonald’s puts more effort into his job than this writing team put into this abortion of a script!”
— Weaponized Nerd Rage
So, the tribute to Stan Lee is nice. Something they should absolutely do again for Endgame. You know, to provide a proper closing. To mark the end of an age. To remind us all of the good times Marvel used to have. Especially since he probably died of a heart attack after watching this movie and seeing how much his legacy has been, and is going to be, desecrated.
Speaking of which, looks like the fucking apocalypse is already upon us. The film opens with darkness and ash and explosions and rubble flying all over the place. The feminists have won and are taking over. We need fucking Jean Luc Picard to travel back in time with the Enterprise again to stop all this. Back to the 90s, quick, before Michael J. Fox develops Parkinson’s!
She has blue blood on her hands. Oh my God, she killed the Smurfs. Huh. Maybe I’m going to enjoy this movie after all.
Oh, it was just a dream. Hopefully that nightmare will never come to pass.
Capital of the Kree civilization. Normally I’d say this doesn’t look half bad, except that every futuristic planet, whether human or alien, has been looking the same ever since Blade Runner. The only difference is whether they want to shoot it in the daytime or at night.
Kree sounds nice. It’s one letter away from being “free.” Just like “Hero” is one later away from being “Her,” which is also one letter away from being “He.” Muahahahah! You ladies can’t escape from us lads! You’ll always be building off of our backs!
“Do you know what times it is?”
It’s the fucking daytime! Well, then again, maybe this is more like Alaska. It’s an alien planet. For all we know, it has 2 suns, maybe 3. Doesn’t seem to have stopped this “alien” planet from being populated with humans apparently.
Careful lady. We all know how that turned out when Ryan Gosling asked that question (in the film that Stranger Things totally didn’t steal the music from).
In all fairness, the fight scene wasn’t half bad. Showcasing how, uh, screw it, I’m just going to call her Brie for now. Showcasing how Brie isn’t at the top of her game yet because she gets too emotional at times. You know, like how people are going to get triggered at this review. “I can’t beat him fairly. Unleash superpower weapon, haaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!” Superpower being bitch and moan and whine and cry until moderators/corporations/politicians/authority gives them what they want. Speaking of which, guess she has to go see “Supreme Intelligence.” Which means she’ll have to go to puppet land and talk to Trey Parker and Matt Stone.
“What is the point of giving me *these* [gesturing her fists] if you don’t want me to use them.”
Try asking Bruce Lee about the art of fighting without fighting.
“Stop using *this* [points at the heart] and start using *this* [points to the head]. I want you to be the best version of yourself.”
I like this guy. He has great advice for mental focus in fighting. Here’s hoping he doesn’t turn into the villain later.
So the “Supreme Intelligence” can take any form, and takes for for each person who meets Supreme Intelligence (Jesus Christ, can’t they give it a name with fewer fucking syllables?). And it takes the form of a woman in her 60s. Her message is going to be, “So kids, vote for Democrats and people like Hillary during the next election season. If men give you shit, protest by rubbing period blood on your face and running around naked and shouting. Because no man in the world will want to fuck with you ever again once you start doing that. And they will so take you seriously.”
“It’s all blank. My life.”
And your face.
“Put your people’s needs before your own. We’ve given you a great gift. […] Master yourself. What was given can be easily taken away.”
Ok, this is setting up for something. Either Brie is going to go berserk and force them to take the power away from her (ala Thor), or the Kree and Supreme Intelligence (I’m just going to call it SI, and don’t fucking confuse that with the Spanish language!) are going to turn out to be the bad guys (like “The Dude” in Iron Man).
Hey! It’s Korath! That one guy no one really gives a shit about from Guardians of the Galaxy! Can’t wait to hear his backstory that no one cares about.
Ok, I have to admit. So far, despite my petty bitching, the first 8 minutes actually isn’t all that bad. I’m just taking bets for how long it will take before the movie fucks it all up.
Wait. So your going in to locate your spy, and then leave? What, no exchange of information? No rescue operation? Or are they just leaving out that bit of information? Eh, screw it. I’ll just wait and see what happens.
“Nothing compromises the security of this mission,” he says while looking at Brie. Jee, I wonder if she’s going to compromise the security of the mission.
Hexagon shields. You know, if they were really that advanced, they’d be using triangle shields.
Phahahahahah! Hahahahahah! Ok, I heard they were doing callbacks to the 90s with this film. But a fucking mohawk for their hair/helmet/armor style? Seriously? You haven’t even time traveled yet! Then again, maybe this is their way of saying the 80s and 90s had awesome hair styles. To which I will say… you’re goddamn right they did!
Ooooooooooh. The enemy can shape-shift. And here I started thinking they were just being portrayed as being misunderstood beings who want peace.
Great. Brie thinks she’s ready for the military; next thing you know, she gets taken out and captured.
Whoop. Timeline jump! Now we’re on Earth. Guess the aliens are starting to brainwash her. They must be brainwashing her, because she walking all proud and smug and full of herself while in uniform. You’re in an Army uniform (or Airforce, whatever), not in an MMA outfit. If you want to act as smug as Ronda Rousey, at least do that much.
“Where’s your head at?”
“In the clouds. Where’s yours?”
Though all jokes aside, let us take a moment of silence for the air force pilot/consultant who gave the cast and crew pointers about real-life F-16 pilots/fighters, and then died in an F-16 crash. Normally I’d say “Semper-fi,” but that’s a marine thing. Guess I’ll go with, “Aces High.”
“Gotta show these boys how we do it.”
… I’ll let that slide. Just fun banter between the girls.
Holy shit! She’s going to fly and crash into a circus tent!
Wait, what? A flashback within a flashback? Ok, you know what? Fuck you movie.
“You’re going too fast! You need to go slow!”
Says the “boy.” Oh God. I’m sensing a pattern here. A fighting instructor who tells her to keep her emotions in check. An “intelligence” telling her to more or less do the same. And some random kid in a race cart telling her not to push herself. There’s 2 possibilities, though just bringing this up is completely fucking rhetorical, especially when considering we’re dealing with a Disney flick. Either she really is outta control and too much of a daredevil for her own good and needs to reign herself in (getting captured by the aliens seems to indicate as much), or the men and the boys are holding her back too much, and she needs to let loose and show them how it’s done. Because having a bit of restraint is always a bad thing. Says the guy who’s making a drunken rant about a movie with alleged feminist propaganda.
And then she crashes and burns and dies!!!! Ahahahahahah! Ok, I take it back. I think this movie is leaning towards the former.
“What the hell are you thinkin’? You don’t belong out here!”
— Brie’s dad?
Another timeline transition to army camp, where she’s climbed atop a rope and intends to jump to the next rope.
*guy laughter* “You’re not strong enough!”
She tries to jump to the next rope, fails, then falls.
“They’ll never let you fly.”
“You’re a decent pilot, but you’re too emotional.”
Ok, I know I’m getting ahead of the movie here, but this guy is full of shit. “Too emotional” is not a trait Brie’s face possesses.
You know, all this jumping around with the timeline, and showing the orange-haired pussy. You’d think the film would take its own motherfucking advice and fucking “Focus.”
Holy shit. She turned into Samus Aran! Seriously, the way that “gun” thing attached to her hand looks (and speaking of female protagonists of the past who kick ass).
A Skrull screeches at her, she screeshes back. ROFL!
But honestly, I’m tired of these action sequences Marvel comes out with. All of them are assisted of CG, none of them compare to actual honest to God martial arts sequences made by Asians that Disney attempts a hollow recreation of (let alone the fight scene from Only God Forgives). They peaked with Captain America: The Winter Soldier. Everything else went downhill from there. It’s just monotonous at this point. If you’re going to have a fight sequence, either try to make it really fucking good, or just make the damn thing character-focused. One of the best pointless fight sequences ever is in The Girl From Naked Eye. One of the best character-driven fight sequences is Luke vs. Vader in The Empire Strikes Back.
I’m only 20 minutes into this movie. I’m getting worried about my ability to keep going at the rate I’m consuming alcohol. Maybe doing 20 push-ups will help.
*20 push-ups later*
Focused again. Let’s see you judgemental motherfuckers try doing 20 push-ups while shit-faced. I bet half of you reading this couldn’t do it while sober. “Well why don’t you try making us look bad by doing 50 push-ups you pansy ass?” Because I’m not in the military like Brie, much less the airforce! I don’t have pecs you can bounce cherry’s off of and have women from all over the world salivate over like Dwayne Johnson does!
Holy shit. She is using those things like Samus Aran. What the fuck Disney? Why don’t you try making a Metroid movie? Please! With all this pro-feminism stuff you’re shove down our cocksucking throats, and with the amount of power-grabbing you’ve been doing in the film industry, that should be easy pickings for you.
Ok, I see where this is going. She’s learning about how strong she really is when she lets loose and just goes all out with her powers (of feminism). She can hold her own, take out a bunch of aliens fuck up their ship, and then hijack it (or at least attempt to). Guess all the “men” and “boys” were wrong about her after all. Next thing you know, Doctor Ruth will be telling her how she can dominate men sexually.
Heheh, and she blasts the computer monitor showing a man giving her advice.
Whoah, wait, what the fuck? So a Skrull blasts one of the controller parts to the escape pod she’s operating, and she still somehow manages to use it to escape the ship? And he taunts her before she hijacks it after that? Well now I feel like shaking my head back and forth violently just because I’m pissed and not because of the fucking booze.
Looks like the ship is blowing up too. Whatever.
Now you see, this is why I’m not really into these superhero films anymore, not since Civil War. These fucking people, these fucking plots. There isn’t any real stakes to the action sequences that go on for 90% of the time. Why should we be worried about the protagonist when they’re faced against a dozen enemies that can physically assault them, when they’re capable of re-entering the Earth’s atmosphere? Why should be be concerned about the protagonists when they get blasted by some lazer beam (whether from a weapon or from someone’s hands, or eyes, or ass, or crotch, or tits), when their sparring partner shrugs that off during a training session? Why should we ever give a rat’s ass about the action sequences when we are incapable of knowing what their limits are, let alone when they are pushing those alleged limits? I just don’t really give a shit anymore about the superhero franchise because of this stuff. It’s also why Batman is my favorite of the bunch (yeah, I know he’s not Marvel, but so the hell what?). At least he’s relatable. At least we know he’s human like the rest of us, and is thus susceptible to the same kind of harm we face everyday, Hollywood actions scenes where they take three times the amount of damage any normal in-shape person would be capable of sustaining aside. It would help if we could at least be shown the superhero’s limitations. Fuck, I need to watch One Punch Man at some point.
Ah yes, the Blockbuster video crash. She’s the reason why they went Bankrupt, and now have to make their last stand in Oregon! Why couldn’t she crash into an adult toy shop and long on a giant fucking dildo? That’s the only thing that would want to penetrate her flat ass.
Pfft. She sees someone, and her first reaction is to blast it (but it’s a poster). Way to show how inconsequential letting loose your powers/emotions can be.
“Veers to Starforce command, do you copy?”
“This is Buzz Lightyear, I read you loud and clear. Help me become real!”
Let the 90s nostalgia fly! In all honesty, I was a Blockbuster person in the day (even if I had to deal with shitty DVDs and VHS tapes that customers somehow managed to scratch/fuck up; what the fuck kind of lessons in responsibility were those asshats taught?), but I was never really into RadioShack. Do think it would make for an interesting location for a zombie apocalypse film though. Now with that said, I’d like to see her kick the ever-loving-shit out of Bill Cliton, and then have the power rangers gang-bang her (that includes the yellow ranger, and whoever else was a female ranger), and then have Stone Cold Steve Austin give her a stunner, and then proceed to pour concrete into her pansy escape pod while giving it the birdy. And then let’s see how well she stands up against moon shoes, skateboards, roller blades, pokemon, animaniacs, , and Super Saiyans! While she’s in the hospital, she can watch Daria to recover emotionally.
And now the Beach Girls are coming after her.
Wait, what the fuck? The Kree are 24 hours away from Earth, after doing a fucking mission on a planet where she was captured and then crashed onto Earth a few hours later!?!?!? ‘Dis is what, as they say in the 90s, bullshit! And the whole collect call for galactic communication is bullshit too.
“Have you ever been to CB53?”
“Once. It’s a real shithole.”
Considering how the aliens tend to always land in either California, or New York, or Washington DC, I tend to agree. Now just imagine if they landed in Mexico, or China, or somewhere in Africa or the Middle East.
“Witness says she was dressed for lazer tag.”
And if there were more kids playing lazer tag today compared to the 90s, there’s a decent chance there would be less fatasses running around. You can say what you want about lazer tag being cheesy and made for infants, us motherfuckers who know what real lazer tag is like know that you have to be in as much shape for that shit as you would for paintball! Run! Jump over the barricade, turn 180 degrees, and shoot the motherfucker chasing you, assuming you don’t get your digital brains blown out by the guy who was after you! On a personal note, that shit was more fun than this movie.
You know, I have to admit. As much as I expect to dislike this movie, that Stan Lee cameo does tug at the heartstrings.
So I was ok with the fight sequence on the train (just “ok” with it, not considering it as good or bad), up until the point where after she break free of the 3 guys who were holding her back (why they would attempt to restrain her after seeing the backflips granny could do, I wouldn’t know, I’d be sitting back and eating my popcorn watching the event unfold if I was on that train at that point). But the moment after that, when she’s pursuing the alien and picking up the crystal, everyone seems way too fucking casual at that point. You’d think everyone would be wide-eyed and in shock. I mean, it’s the fucking 90s for Christ’s sake. Films like this haven’t been invented yet, even if that generation would be salivating over the idea of a film where some young broad would kick the shit out of an grandma. That’s like every 90s teenager’s wet dream, next to getting married to The Little Mermaid and banging Sharon Stone.
“I’m still at the Blockbuster.”
Now wait a goddamn minute. When the fuck did the Skrull manage to pull off that infiltration technique without anyone noticing? Amidst all the police and SHIELD agents? That’s just stupid, just like Rotten Tomatoes deleting 40k+ reviews.
Hey Jackson, shouldn’t you be calling in a top secret team for Area 51 or something to cover up this alien activity? Or do you want Mulder and Scully to show up and blow the case wide open?
“Nice scuba suit. Lighten up honey, got a smile for me?”
Yeheheheh. Hehe. Hehe. Ehe-shaddup movie.
She just stole the jacket off that mannequin and exposed its tits! She’s fucking sexist!
“How’s your eye.”
Yeah, a fake-out over Nick Fury lost his eye. Nice try movie. We all know from Winter Soldier that he lost his eye because he trusted someone too much. Someone is going to stab him in the back to cause him to lose his eye. And this shouldn’t be the movie to make that happen. Should be some espionage flick, preferably with Black Widow.
This is fucking stupid! There’s no fucking way the buttfucking Skrulls could’ve infiltrated SHIELD personnel this quickly without being noticed! What the fuck kind of an operation are they running here? Just because this takes place in the 90s doesn’t mean they can get away with 90s film logic. This isn’t a fucking Andy Sidaris film, which I would be watching instead of this, especially if I wanted to see a nice girl with a great ass.
Uh, where is Brie going on that motorcycle? How would she know where to go? Is she just driving around for the fuck of it like Easy Rider? Explain movie! Explain!!!
Flashbacks at a bar, including on a Street Fighter II machine. Captain Marvel is so Mary Sue, she’ll whip anyone’s ass at Street Fighter II. We’ll see what Sirin has to say about that (that’s an in-joke reference only the most hardcore of gamers would get).
A bar with air force photos? Ok, now this film is being way too fucking coincidental. Just like in The Force Awakens, where they’re all like, “Hey look, let’s pilot the Millennium Falcon!” *8 minutes later* “Hey look, there’s Hand Solo and Chewy to take the Falcon back!” Damn you Disney and you lazy plot contrivances!
WHAT THE FUCK!?!?!?!? How the fuck did fucking Jules track fucking Brie to that fucking bar? Even for a fucking superhero film this is pushing the state of disbelief too far. How the fuck did he pull that off? Did he get into communication with Picard and say something like, “Energize me motherfucker!” and then just teleport to the fucking bar that they fucking knew she would fucking be at even though fucking technology didn’t develop fucking tracking devices that fucking far in the fucking 90s?
“Grunge is a good look for you.”
Grunge is a good look for anyone. Especially with how shitty music is today. Go back to the 90s when music actually mattered, like with Nirvana and Alice in Chains.
“I was never one to believe in aliens. But I can’t un-see that. Especially when their dicks are bigger than mine.”
“This is gonna get a little awkward, but I gotta ask.”
“Yes, I looked at it.”
“Can’t be too careful.”
“Ok, fine. I thought about sucking it too.”
Jesus Christ! What the fuck is going on!? Fury decides to immediately spill his guts (metaphorically), put his trust in her, and then take this alien bitch to a top secret base? Would’ve been more interesting if SHIELD ambushed her and took her there by force, and then Fury got to know her by interrogating her on the way there or something. Hell, I can’t imagine him being so trusting after being a Cold War spy. This film is bullshit.
“Lightspeed? Can’t admit that’s the craziest thing I’ve heard today.”
Yeah, until you hear about the Enterpise’s warp speed. I’m sorry; this fucking film makes it too goddamn tempting to resist make Star Trek and Star Wars jokes. They’re practically writing themselves. Weaponized Nerd Rage was wrong about this film, this movie is 100% riff-able.
Brie Larson isn’t worthy of wearing a NIN shirt. She should be wearing a fucking Heart shirt, at best. She’s not worthy of sporting grunge rock.
“Oh. You should see what I can do with a paper clip.”
The potential for that line, especially in the context of espionage and stuff kept from the eyes of the public. Operation Paperclips anyone?
You know, Brie, there’s less evidence of a break-in if you let Fury use his tape trick to open a door as opposed to blowing the fucking thing open. On the other hand, I guess enough time has passed in this film to where you just had to blow something.
You know, at some point, you just have to take a step back and ask yourself just what the fuck these people are doing. Seriously. What is going on here? How did we get from tracking down Skrulls on the planet, to going to a top secret base and looking at classified documents? I don’t get it. Asking about flight plans, the writing style of some individual. Can we just have Cthulhu show up to bring the whole thing full circle or something? Why the hell are these people here and why the fuck are they going through secret documents! What the fuck does that have to do with the Skrulls? Why the fuck should Brie even give a shit? Guess she doesn’t, which is why she looks bored half the time. Goddamnit, you’re making me want to watch a different movie. And that orange pussy isn’t tempting me to stick around. Seriously, what the fuck kind of a top secret facility is this where security cameras aren’t around to make sure the areas are clear (Terminator 2 certainly had them at an insane asylum for Sarah Conner, another chick more badass in the 90s than Brie is in the 2010s)? What the fuck kind of a top secret facility has animals just wandering around? Security guards would be using that orange pussy for practice. Donald Trump would be paying a visit to that security by now and grabbing that pussy, especially since it matches the color of his hair.
She’s fine! Her wooden face expression hasn’t fucking changed at all since you entered the fucking room, much less the facility!
WHAT THE FLYING FUCK!?!?!? She’s communicating to her space/alien superiors using a fucking phone from the fucking top secret military base!? How the fuck is security not on top of this?
“It’s a Marvel superhero movie. It’s not supposed to be taken seriously.”
Oh blow me! You don’t use that excuse on Batman vs. Superman, let alone Justice League, or a Michael Bay flick! And to all you fat tranny bitches with died hair, that’s not a literal invitation to blow me. Learn about metaphors in Creative Writing 101 when your not sucking off your professor in Liberal Arts class.
Seriously, this Kree infiltration is bullshit. Don’t the screenwriters know anything about buildup? Tension-building? Like letting the audience know that the Skrulls (that sounds like a 70s gangbanger) have been on Earth for a while, and have infiltrated the government on several levels or something? ‘Cause as far as I can tell, we’re to believe that these illegal aliens landed and infiltrated 1, maybe 2 days ago tops. Yeah, there’s that bit about some cunt-fingering Skrull who has been there long enough to write in a book that was confiscated by a top secret agency, but we’re not exactly getting a smooth introduction into this whole thing.
“But this was made for Marvel fanboys, and fangirls, and fanneutrals.”
The hell it was! This film retcons more shit in the Marvel comic universe than Iron Man 3 did! And the fanneutrals can kiss Bender’s shiny metal ass!
Mar-vel? Ah. Ahahahahah. Ahahah. Ahahahahahahahahah! Ok, when does the plumber or milkman show up, and when does the porn start? The plot is at that level at this point. You mine as well as start calling someone Peaches, Tess Tingler, Butt Eiful, and Lick Bait.
It’s very fucking apparent at this point that the Kree are full of shit. If they build this up to some, “What a twist!” moment, I swear to God, I’m going to choke a fucking chicken after drop-kicking a pussy- … -cat through the ceiling.
Ok, I guess this flew over my head earlier because it’s so stupid. And because I’m drunk. Brie’s character name is Vers. Not well versed in acting is she? You see how fucking easy this film is making things for me? It’s making it too easy! I’m only 50 minutes into this thing, and I’ve spent over 3 fucking hours trying to get through this thing! I should be watching fucking Blankman!
Brbrbrbrb!!! And they didn’t see her come out that door on the stairway!? You know what, fuck it. I’m going to try not to care. The film’s shit has already hit the fan at this point, so I mine as well as stop worrying about the dingle-berries.
Security guards disappearing until conveniently showing up later during action sequences.
I take it back. As much as the potential would be great to have Fury’s eye blown out during a Black Widow movie, it’s possible to have some Skrull do it who is impersonating one of his close associates.
“Do you know how to fly this thing?”
And they fly through a hanger where the doors to the landing bay are wide open, at a top secret military facility. … Go fuck yourself, with a cactus.
The fucking pussy cat is on the fucking plane too!? Jesus Christ, that does it. I need something else to watch. This is driving me nuts. Wait, scratch that. I don’t need something else to watch. I need something else to read. Fuck Marvel and fuck DC. Save me Patriotika! Show them how a real superwoman with a great bust and a great ass can really kick ass, without the plot contrivances.
6 years ago? Maybe she was a Russian who Tom Cruise blasted out of the sky during the 80s. Makes about as much sense as the rest of this shit.
Hey! Vers (aka Brie Larson) can smile! Fuck this movie for shaming men otherwise for asking her to do so earlier in the film! Her acting and emotions are still forced though. It’s like she’s uncomfortable when she has to emote, and is more comfortable when she’s not giving a shit.
Was that the main baddie from Thor: The Dark World? I thought it was widely accepted that he was one of, if not the, weakest villains in the MCU? Guess Disney really does know their audience.
Nick Fury is a glorified lap dog in this movie.
Well, Vers uses her powers to heat up a tea kettle. Nice to see that women are returning to the kitchen. Now if only she would take that fucking NIN shirt off. For one thing, she doesn’t deserve to wear it. For another, hey, be nice to give us some fan service. No? Well that’s fine, other fans did it for us. Rule 34 and all.
Phahah! I love how the editing works with her conversation with her black friend. How she’s shown to be chuckling and smiling one moment as a, “The good old times,” one moment, only to see her “bored out of her mind” face expression 2 cuts later. “This is bullshit, I did not hit her. I did naught. … Oh hi Mark.”
Is her black friend looking at her lines at various points during this conversation?
Where’s the fucking orange pussy at? Shouldn’t the little girl be playing with it right now?
Ok, I don’t know if that moment with the Skrull drinking soda out of a cup was supposed to be funny or not, but it managed to get me laughing.
Shame on this movie for not making a, “The cat’s out of the bag,” joke. It would’ve been stupid, but at least it wouldn’t be insulting my intelligence with trying to convince me that this is a smart movie. It’s fucking dumb. You mine as well as make fucking dumb jokes.
How would the Skrull be able to locate, steal, and bring about this CD with the audio recording? It’s… um… I don’t even… fuck it.
And she survives that crash? Without being knocked unconscious? But that’s… yay feminism!
“You’re blood. It’s blue.”
“Yeah, well, how’s my hair?”
I have a feeling I’ll be getting back to that line of logic.
Heheheheheh. Mar-Vel. An old alien lady who is dying and gives her final death speech to some woman whom she hopes will carry on the legacy after she is gone. Yep, seems like a good metaphor for Marvel studios today. We already have old hags fucking up the Star Wars legacy. Marvel is next on the chopping block.
Yep. The Skrulls turn out to be the good guys. The Kree turn out to be the villains. Like how “her” isn’t really a “hero.” Doop-dee-doo.
“Everything that I knew as a lie!”
So I guess you could say, *puts on sunglasses*, that you’ve been red pilled. Yeahhhhhhhh!!!
Her acting here after being red-pilled. It’s like Brie’s acting ability somehow gets worse as the movie goes on.
Refugees. People viewed as villains who are simply misunderstood like Maleficent. They’re really the good guys. A message told in the presence of women and black people. Like in reality. Dumb-de-dum-dumb. Now that we’ve got that bit of subliminal messaging out of the way…
Yeah, consider what kind of example you’ll set for your daughter. Help out a superhero who doesn’t need any help at the risk of leaving your daughter without a mother. It’s not enough that we’ve already got the “single mother” cliche going on here.
Brbrbrb! Where’d she get the superhero costume? Fuck it, nevermind.
Fuck off. The neon light suit was great!
“How do I look?”
Not as good as this:
You know, I’m pretty sure things would’ve worked out better if no Skrull stayed behind disguised as Superbitch to let Mr. Bruce Lee know that “she knows.” I’m thinking a better alternative was to scatter and let Mr. Villain search just a few hours more before the oh so convenient finale.
When blasting that ship off into space, shouldn’t the orange pussy be up against the back of the ship like last time?
Eye-roll moment of refugee family being on plot device ship. I thought you motherfuckers already dealt with the whole refugee metaphor in Thor: Ragnarok? Well, guess they gotta milk that message like they do the franchises they own.
Seriously? They’re playing the Nirvana song everyone’s heard in the Supreme Intelligence scene? How about you go a little more niche and play some fucking “Meat Puppets – Backwater” or something?
Alright already! Jesus! Stop bashing us over the head with the refugee theme! Oh those poor innocent illegal immigrants who in no way contribute to the crime statistics! Get fucked.
And the whole thing of, “She’s powerless to do anything about it.” Come on. Get it over with already so she can Mary Sue this shit. I’ve been bored with this move for an hour now.
And there it is. Finally. Going all Mary Sue. The cat too. So I can watch the rest of this care-free, until I drop it into the blue.
So somehow, their weaponry can’t destroy an Earth vessel. Mhmm.
Yadi-yada-fucking-yada. Earth ship and Earth pilot can outmaneuver and destroy an experienced top class alien ship and alien pilot..
Oh come on. Seriously? She just wiped out a space fleet. You expect there to be any tension in this final mono-y-mono showdown? Ah, but they decide not to have that mono-y-mono fight. Because they know she’s overpowered enough. And because she probably knows she’s not skilled enough without her powers to beat him. Ain’t that typical. On the other hand, it would’ve been more insulting if they did show it that way.
Yeah yeah yeah, refugee home feeling stuff. And Fury loses his eye over a pussy. By trusting someone too much in Winter Soldier, he meant trusting pussy too much. Put too much trust in the pussy, you’ll become partially blind to reason. Makes sense to me. Just get this film over with.
I have to admit, Samuel Jackson seems to be acting out of character when it comes to portraying Nick Fury in this film. I’m not kidding, this is not the Nick Fury I’ve seen in ALL of the previous Marvel films, from Iron Man and onwards. They toned down his seriousness more than they toned down Scarface in the edited for television version.
And thank fuck that’s over with.
It’s really hard to give a shit about this movie. It’s boring, and at times annoying. The only point in time when it had anything of interest to it was during the first 15 minutes, and that’s about it. I don’t get what people see in this movie to make it a box office hit. Plot contrivances, plot holes, betraying some of what was setup earlier in the franchise (and I’m sure there are Marvel fans who actually give a shit about this franchise who can tear this film a new one far better than I when it comes to contradictions and whatnot), and no tension whatsoever during the finale. This film may not have killed the franchise, but it certainly put the nail on the coffin. Maybe even hammered it in a small tap. If Endgame doesn’t hammer that nail down even further, the film after that certainly will.
Otherwise, like I said, I stopped really giving a shit ever since Civil War. I don’t have a dog in this fight other than rooting for the franchise’s downfall, and Disney’s destruction (or at least near-destruction until they change their ways). Just for the sake of getting more decent films (on average) back into theaters. Well, if this film, and the franchise, is so eager to capitalize on great stuff from the 90s and earlier, I say it’s only fair that I do the same, and continue watching films and shows from a better era. TV shows of today may be good for now, but even their downward spiral is beginning. It’s been happening ever since the last season of Game of Thrones. It’s all going to come crashing down like the gaming crash of the 80s. And I’m going to be stocking up in preparation for it.
So, in a nutshell, this film is dull. Pass.
Rated: 1.5 pussy farts / 5
PS: Guess how long it took Letterboxd to take this review down? I’ll give you a hint: it took less than 24 hours.
I’m not going to lie, I wasn’t looking forward to seeing this.
“What’s that? What the hell is wrong with you!? Do you not know how to be entertained!?” you may ask/shout. To which I would reply, “You sir/madam are too easily entertained.” All the positive reviews this film has been getting, like just about every Marvel film released since, well, The Avengers, has been getting. At this point I’m convinced the critics have been paid off (something I will dig into in much more depth, with proof, in a later review when that topic becomes more relevant for that specific film, never mind for Black Panther, which, for the record, I haven’t seen).
I’ve been worn out of Marvel superhero films ever since Captain America: Civil War. I’m sick and tired of all these goddamn superhero films having the same goddamn stories, the same goddamn arcs, the same goddamn finales, the same goddamn CG overload, the same goddamn feel of coming off an assembly line that likes to play it safe and PC, with some subliminal advertising for either feminism or immigration tossed in for good measure. This film, despite all the praise, is no different from all those other fucking Marvel films that have been coming out for the last decade, despite how it tries to have this 80s retro thing at times which just doesn’t mesh at all with what is going on. Though I do appreciate the effort despite its failure, at least some today admit that the 80s were awesome and had awesome style and attitude, and wasn’t full of bland bullshit like much of the stuff today.
Guess I’m rambling too much. Well, guess I mine as well as get on with this review.
So the first problem I noticed with this film, the humor. A lot of people are saying this movie is funny, and it’s the funniest Marvel film to date, beating out Ant-Man in that category (which I also thought was a mediocre film, though I will admit the final fight was genius and far funnier than any of the shit in this movie). Well, guess I don’t really share their sense of humor. I mean sure, there were a couple moments that made me chuckle, but only a couple. The humor in this film is forced to the extreme. It’s ridiculous. This film would’ve been far better if it played at least half the scenes straight, but you’d be lucky to get through a third of a scene without some half-assed joke being forcefully thrown in there. From the opening fucking moment, with Thor in chains, dangling above the ground, turning slowly in mid-air while in a conversation with a CG version of Tim Curry from Legend except blown up to bigger proportions, and on fire. “Up, wait a second, wait until I turn back towards you, hang on… Ok, there we are. You were saying?” Shit like that happens throughout the entire film, even at the expense of moments which should’ve been dramatic and somewhat heartbreaking, like when ragnarok finally happens (oh yeah, spoilers by the way, not that I really give a shit because these films have gotten quite predictable, even without watching trailers that tend to give it all away anyway). They just couldn’t let that moment go without inserting a joke into it, ruining what could’ve been a nice emotional moment where the protagonist looks on with sadness, and possibly regret over something he wished he didn’t have to do. The jokes suck the life out of this movie.
What else? Oh right, the CG. Yes, the CG is done well, it’s fine. They even use it when Cate Blanchett is fighting off an army of people, because let’s face it, this woman in real life isn’t capable of pulling off this sort of stuntwork. Kinda wish they would do what they used to do back in the day and have a stunt-double wear that ridiculous outfit and do all the kung-fu acrobats with it (I’m pretty sure the Chinese could pull that off, and it would be another excuse to get some Chinese people inserted into the movie so it could make a profit in China, though that didn’t work out so well for The Last Jedi). So while the CG is fine and all, again, overload, making me not care all that much for what’s going on on the screen. If a film is going to use so much of it, why not just make the thing animated? I mean, for Christ’s sakes, they already have animated superhero films out there, they just need to make them more mainstream. Considering that Disney owns both Pixar and Lucasarts and Marvel, you’d think that would be a cinch for them to pull off in terms of getting it into theaters.
To the film’s credit, there was one sequence that actually drew me in and got my investment. When Thor fights the Hulk. That entire sequence is the best part of the film. Why is it good? Why did that action scene get me invested when just about all the others didn’t catch my interest? Because more than just fighting was going on during the fight. Callbacks to the first Avengers film, Thor trying to get a friend to snap back into reality, Thor discovering his true powers (though I am getting a little sick of the trend, “You don’t need the weapon, the power is within you!”; a trend that was used as a parody in fucking Spaceballs, nevermind used too seriously in Wonder Woman). There was actual development happening during the fight, and the action choreography was shot pretty well too. Sure it had a good dose of CG, but let’s face it, there’s no way practical effects would make that fight work. At least not in the way it was handled in this film.
You see, CG has made things too easy nowadays. I know, you’ve heard this all before, but it fucking matters damnit! And as long as I keep seeing movies that keep making my point, I’m going to keep bitching about it! Back in the 80s (and earlier), because they didn’t have CG to utilize effectively and didn’t always have the best budget, they got creative with when and how to use practical effects, and how to shoot it. Sometimes that creativity was a hit, sometimes it was a miss, but at least there was passion put into it that you could feel through the screen. Hell, it’s even possible to pull off such restraint today. Look at Gareth Edward’s adaptation of Godzilla. He never overplayed his hand when it came to putting CG on the screen. He showed just enough of the monsters and their fighting to keep you eager to see them trade blows, and showed enough of a payoff during the finale to make one satisfied. Because he showed restraint. And that’s an element that these fucking superhero movies are missing (and discouraged for utilizing) nowadays, restraint. They have too much big explosive action too often and too early, without much if any buildup. And even if it does have decent buildup, it lasts too long for what it is. It’s like having foreplay before rough sex. Foreplay is appreciated and nice, and the sex can be good while it lasts, whether it’s 10 seconds or an hour. But just rushing into the rough stuff without the foreplay usually lessens the passion, and having too much sex can wear one out and make one exhausted. All I’m saying is that there can be too much of a good thing to the point where you forget that it even was a good thing.
Well anyway, one last talking point, then I’m done with this. This film has a pro-refugee theme to it, obviously made intentionally in this day and age for the purpose of encouraging viewers to believe that taking in refugees is a good thing. Because of course the only optimal place to take them would be Earth, of course that’s where Loki would send Odin for some fucking reason (come on, how many other worlds are out there that he’s familiar with? Earth can’t possibly be the best possible world Loki knows of. You’re holding out on us screenwriters!). Their world/country is fucked, so bring them on over to this world/country, we’ll take care of them, they’re all good people like in reality! Ah, but whatever. Despite that bit of subliminal messaging, it had a decent them to it about how it’s the people that are the world, that they matter more than the place, which shouldn’t be a permanent anchor for them. And that bit of subliminal messaging is the least of the film’s problems (at least it’s not the worst of the film’s problems), and just more of a nitpick than anything else.
So, overall, this film turned out exactly as I was expecting. Wouldn’t have watched it if not for a co-worker begging me to see it. Well, considering I got the fellow co-worker introduced to the original Star Wars trilogy in exchange for this, I’d say it was worth bearing through this dull monotonous Marvel world again.
PS: And no, I’m not interested in Black Panther either. I’m over Marvel films. I’m willing to give Infinity War a shot (and even then my interest isn’t all that great), but that’s about it.