This flick was another of those situations, like The Avengers, where the likelihood of complete disaster is so high that something decent is a wonderful shock. GotG was not as tightly constructed as Joss Whedon's ensemble movie, but worked pretty okay, considering. The whole enterprise was a bit overly light and fluffy, but there were some entertaining bits, and it went by quickly and painlessly. Boring would have been torture in something this dumb, but this movie wasn't boring. The biggest weakness to the entire flick was the execrable mixed tape motif used with anachronistic Walkman gag. It was supposed to be 1988 for fuck's sake! What if Peter Quill's mother had had good taste in music instead of the easy-listening garbage filling the movie? James Gunn should probably never forgiven for the awful music content in the film. 1988. So Good It Hurts was out. The Clash. DKs. Minutemen. Huskers. The Smiths. Bad Religion. So much great West Coast punk. Social D. Flipper. East Coast post-punk. Sonic Youth. Pixies. British punk, post punk and new wave. Jesus, this movie could have been genius with great music. James Gunn's failure of imagination probably worked against the flick in a million little ways, but the music is the glaring defect.
Also, the trailer for Interstellar looked horrid. How dumb is that movie going to be? Traveling to another solar system is powered by love...yeah...great. Christopher Nolan is rewriting the definition of overrated one clumsy, inane movie at a time.
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