Gosh, I don't know how to react to Marvel movies anymore. I really didn't care for the first Guardians of the Galaxy very much, but can't deny that this was brighter and bolder and wackier and just more fun, in general. And, shit, that's what a comic book movie ought to be, right? Fun? And that's what this was. But Jesus, when the flying raccoon and the baby tree stump join forces with Captain America and the Hulk in a couple years to save the universe or Marisa Tomei or whatever, the tonal inconsistency is going to make my goddamn head explode. "Oh, we take these movies very seriously, and have been building to this cathartic death scene for literally over a decade. Now check out this blue motherfucker over here!" Yes, that's right - the biggest thing preventing me from liking this movie without reservation was my inability not to think about how it takes place in the same universe as Iron Man 2. Good work, Marvel. Everything you do supports everything else you do, and taints it just as well.
But no, really, this was completely absurd and, as such, enjoyable.
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