Day 40. 102 pages, 47,144 words.
Well, I have a new favourite movie. Probably favourite movie ever. I’d be hard-pressed to think of a movie I enjoyed as much as this, although I’m sure there are cherished childhood classics that might possibly dare to stand on the medal dais with Guardians of the Galaxy.
I think that probably sums it up. You should already have stopped reading this and be on your way to see the movie (again) right now. I actually sat and filmed a small review for Vine even as the credits were rolling:
Do you see what I did there? You better.
Yes, this movie absolutely failed to disappoint even after all the hype and trailer madness and excitement around it. I admittedly did my best to avoid as much of that as I could after seeing a couple of trailers, but I think Guardians of the Galaxy stands up to the erosion effect by this simple stunning achievement: they somehow managed to only use ‘C’ material, ‘B’ at best, in the trailers.
Yeah, you think about that.
I’m not going to throw any spoilers in here and I don’t want to oversell it. Just go and watch for yourself. I was laughing, and whooping, and clapping like an over-stimulated happy little geekboy all the way through this movie. The one scene it lacked that Avengers Assemble had – and this is by no means a failing, it’s just a fact – was the stirring final-battle everyone-together-ready-to-kick-arse pan-around. You know the one.
 Well, sort-of lacked. They did get their obligatory Big Damn Hero moments. But it wasn’t quite the same, since the Avengers took all that lead-up before actually assembling. That was why the movie was called Avengers Assemble.
From the music to the visuals to the dialogue to the plot, this movie aced them all. Yes, it was your basic Marvel villain-and-relic-threaten-world plotline, with an over-arching Avengers-related story, but I’ll say no more. It was original and it was classic. And the credits scenes. Oh my fucking God.
If pressed, I guess there was one tiny niggle, one point at which I snapped out of the movie a tiny bit and thought how is that happening, that doesn’t seem right, and it was the spacewalk-rescue scene. See the movie and you’ll get the one I mean. I’m not sure how that worked, given what we know of explosive decompression and vacuum and cold and all that. But that’s still entirely forgivable due to a) the nature of the characters involved; b) the technology that may or may not have been involved; c) the location of the scene, whether in space or simply high stratosphere, I don’t know, make up your own minds; d) the scene itself being extremely awesome.
Rocket’s got your technical quibbles right here.
Okay, I’m going to schlurp up out of my puddle of mixed fanboy fluids and go to bed now. I’m spent. ‘Nuff said.