I am Groot. I am Groot? I am Groot!
What’s up, 3.5 Groots? BQB here with a review of Guardians of the Galaxy: Volume 2.
The Guardians are back and better than ever in this, the 15th film in the Marvel cinematic universe. Can you believe it, 3.5 readers? Fifteen interconnected films in nine years and that’s just the Disney side of things. Other studios are still putting out Marvel’s other works, like X-Men.
This go-around, the galaxy’s most jerk-tactic heroes are back and better than ever. When Rocket Raccoon (voiced by Bradley Cooper) engages in some epic schmuckery, he puts the Guardians on the bad side of a vengeful high priestess, causing the gang to go on an intergalactic adventure to yes, once again, save the galaxy.
Along the way, Peter Quill aka Star Lord (Chris Pratt) meets up with his long lost father, Ego (Kurt Russell). Drax (Dave Bautista), Gamora (Zoe Saldana), Nebula (Karen Gillan), Yondu (Michael Rooker) all return.
Meanwhile, Vin Diesel comes back as the voice of the one, the only. Baby Groot. Yes, he’s a tiny tree and he steals the show.
I love this franchise. It’s space opera with a sense of humor. Outside of Star Wars and Star Trek, this series is one of few, if any, modern attempts to do this genre right. Action, humor, heart – it’s got it all.
One thing that surprised me. “Shit” is said – a lot. The word “douchebag” is thrown around freely and oh yeah, there’s a scene with robot hookers.
Don’t get me wrong. I love all that shit. I mean, shit, I’ve been waiting my whole life for some scientist to get up off his lazy ass and invent me a robot hooker.
I’m just surprised that Disney is dipping its toe into these waters. The film goes right to the edge of PG-13, hovers its toe just over the line only to quickly pull it back.
Somewhere in a musty boardroom in Disney HQ, I can picture a group of nerdy writers figuring out just the right formula necessary to make these films edgy without causing Walt Disney’s frozen head to spin around in its freezing chamber.
God, I do love a good Walt Disney frozen head joke.
It’s a brave new world of filmmaking, I suppose. Disney realizes there are adults who grew up loving cartoonish movies that push the envelope, so Guardians is their way of appealing to them.
I’m mildly worried that parents might look at the talking raccoon and the cute little tree and think it’s cool to take a little kid to this film. And while it’s nowhere near as risqué as the Fox/Marvel Deadpool collaboration, I personally would follow that PG-13 guideline.
Let me put it this way: it’s nowhere close, at all, whatsoever, to being the dirtiest film ever made. In the great history of cinema, it’s pretty tame. However, it might be the dirtiest film Disney has ever made, and for a company that spews wholesomeness out of every orifice, that’s saying something.
Teenagers will be fine. Kids might end up warped. Don’t worry about the adults who are into this sort of film. They became warped a long time ago and it is too late for them now.
STATUS: Shelf-worthy. Worth a trip to the theater. The Summer movie season is here!