FINALLY! The summer movie we’ve been waiting for. After the flop that was Hercules, I was ready to write off this season as another ho-hum summer. But damned if James Gunn didn’t sucker punch the apathy right out of me with Guardians of the Galaxy. What’s more, he did so with an unknown franchise (to the general public, Comic Nerd, not you). Brilliant.
Guardians of the Galaxy is for people who like scoundrels, people who love Han Solo BECAUSE he shot first. From the trailers you can tell Starlord (Chris Pratt) is a smart-assed Captain Mal type. Pratt owns the character. What’s cooler is there’s another bad boy: Rocket. Rocket is the raccoon who has the bodyguard tree thing, Groot. Kinda like Han Solo and Chewy. But Rocket’s not some Solo knock off. He’s Han Solo meets Bender B. Rodriguez. Pure AWE-some. Bam!
Han Solo was the character who defined the ultimate in cool for me and my generation. I can see Starlord, and/or Rocket, being that for this generation. Guardians of the Galaxy has all the cool effects and fights and what have you, but it excels because you love the characters. You’ve got to see this in the theaters, possibly several times. I know I will. You will not be disappointed.
Thank you, James Gunn, for restoring my faith in Hollywood’s ability to make wildly entertaining movies. Now get back to work on Guardians of the Galaxy 2.