Several days after a superhero juggernaut's been out juggernauting it seems pointless chucking my wee voice into the din, but what the hey - Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 just ain't that good, folks. It's an often stark (heh get it like Tony) disappointment that often totally forgets what made the first one work -- heck I'd prefer the patriarchy-wrangling meta-gibberish of Ang Lee's Hulk movie with Nick Nolte dissolving into storm-grating to the answers Gunn & Co give us about Peter Quill's daddy problems. There are little bubbles of oxygenated soda pop life that dot Galaxy's bloated space-scape -- sing a song of weird creature segues and Elizabeth Debicki - but the movie overplays its hand and turns nearly all its once charming quirks into limp dicks and crutches. (Sidenote: I have a new title of my autobiography.) Anyway I found it fairly exhausting.
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