Let us jump right in: I did not like Marvel’s new engineered “blockbuster,” Guardians of the Galaxy. I have expressed this in several meat and online circles, and I have been accused of ‘Marvel hate’, as if I hadn’t already spent hundreds of dollars on comics, films, and other Marvel branded merchandise. It sucks that when you can show your work as to why you dislike something, you get labeled a “hater.” I counter-argue that Marvel (in association with the Disney machine) knows they can troll the hell out of us and we’ll like it because of the Marvel brand — and most of ya’ll have fallen victim.
I don’t really want to present a chronological review, so I’ll start with the macro and land on the micro. GotG was just too big a film for James Gunn’s talents. I loved both Slither and Super. They both were interesting takes on well-worn subjects. So, it isn’t a dis to say that Gunn was outgunned by this material ← this was the level of most of the non-Rocket jokes in the film. I judge directors of action films by the quality of their fight scenes. This film had some of the worst shot hand-to-hand scenes I’ve seen in contemporary film. Murky, oddly angled, no narrative or jeopardy — however, there is a prison fight sequence with Drax (a surprisingly entertaining Dave Bautista) that rose above all the rest. It lasted under two-minutes — we were robbed. However, his frequent misogynist jibes and Gamora (a supernaturally bland Zoe Saldana) grew tiresome.
There is just so much that I disliked about the film — and this was the Marvel Cinematic Universe film I was most looking forward to, as I love the comics.
And Thanos’ big reveal? I half expected him to start singing, “I love you; you love me.” He looked like Liberace and Barney had a baby. He’s out there, chillin’ in space on an asteroid throne, looking particularly non-threatening. Totally underwhelming. And speaking of underwhelming:
Just so… blah. None of the “villains” were worthy of the name.
Yondu (Michael Rooker) as a space hillbilly was more suited for Firefly than GotG. Why? Why would a Centaurian sound like a backwoods possum hunter? But he did have one badass scene.
The Nova Corps was… no. I really can’t go on. John C. Reilly and Glenn Close were punching so beneath their collective weight. They deserved a much better film. And the Nova Corps space net? People laughed aloud in the theater. It was meant to be awe-inspiring, not giggle inducing.
From the melodramatic opening, to the wholesale Raiders of the Lost Ark rip-off first action sequence, to Djimon Honsou having absolutely shit to do but get talked down to and have his ass kicked, to the potted Groot dancing at the end, this film was just a huge disappointment to me.
Oh yeah. The story.
The pacing was off. It wasn’t like it was a broken rhythm to toss the audience off guard, but it felt arrhythmic — like being in a car that is lurching along because of an improper fuel/air mix. There was no time to bask and consider. It wasn’t too fast or slow — just too neither.
For a galaxy-spanning adventure story, there sure were a lot of white people. Even the pink and blue people were white. Where were my AAPI folks? Latin folks? People will point to both half-Filipino Dave Bautista’s Drax and Puerto Rican Benicio Del Toro’s The Collector — which was one of the great wastes of talent in a film — as a nod toward diversity. If you can count them, it is still not progress.
It is a shame that my biggest emotional investment in the film was a mixtape. And how in the hell did Peter Quill install a cassette player in his ship?
Ugh. Damn, Marvel. Your Disney is showing.