It’s been a few years since Marvel stepped out of its comfort zone of sequel-milking its main trio of franchises (Iron Man, Thor and Captain America), but now that the studio is a household name, they’re bringing out the big guns. A one hundred seventy million dollar budget about a group of thugs that includes a rocket-wielding raccoon. Luckily for Marvel, not only do they have the balls to do something like that, they also have the talent.
To give you a rundown of this movie: within the first five minutes, everyone in the theater was crying (like, actual sob-sob). Within the next ten minutes, everyone was laughing (like, actual whoop-whoop). Within the next two hours, everyone was clapping. And within the final post-credits scene, a couple of hardcore fans in the back row shit themselves.
James Gunn wrote a great movie. He directed a great movie. But what really brings Guardians of the Galaxy to life are the performances by Chris Pratt, Bradley Cooper and Dave Bautista. Vin Diesel and Zoe Saldana are fine, but the former three knocked it out of the park, similarly to what Robert Downey Jr. did for Iron Man. Bautista specifically was just such a great Drax that I can easily see him becoming a similar case to Dwayne Johnson (pro-wrestler turned pro-actor).
While not a fan of the Guardians’ respective comic book roots personally, I could feel the radiating satisfaction from the fans surrounding me in the theater. This movie oozes fan service out of every crevice, and does enough Thanos-teasing to keep even casual Marvel fans foaming at the mouth.
Guardians of the Galaxy is Marvel reminding us that they know what they’re doing. It’s a breath of fresh air from the standard comic book superhero movie, and is definitely a great time to be had. While maybe not required viewing for casuals, it’s definitely a fantastic movie in its own right and deserves any curious onlooker’s fifteen dollars for admission.