A few weeks ago, I asked the musical question:
Are You Ready for a Super-Scolding?
One of the great things about being Generation X — besides finally getting old enough that it’s okay not to care about anything anymore — is that we were the exact right age to appreciate some of the greatest pop culture of the 20th Century. Star Wars
I was irritated because James Gunn and his dumb brother had just said something silly about Superman being an immigrant. The implication was: If you like this comic-book story about an impossibly powerful and good-hearted space alien, you shouldn’t have a problem with the flood of illegal aliens Biden invited into America. Got that, fascist?
The Gunn brothers’ delusional hostility didn’t make me want to avoid the movie altogether, but I wasn’t in a big hurry either. If filmmakers can’t help themselves from cutting their potential audience in half, I’ll get around to their movies when I feel like it.
Well, I finally felt like seeing this flick. It’s definitely a James Gunn movie — whiplash tonal shifts, jokes that land maybe 70% of the time, a bunch of obscure characters from the source material who are barely introduced…
And guess what?