From Peter Parker to Bruce Wayne, from Harry Potter to Clark Kent, from Naruto to Goku, superheroes generally end up as orphans.

Little Peter Quill, the main character to “Guardians of the Galaxy”, is no exception, and in fact even sees his mother die in one of the most cruel and merciless mortal scenes to ever be shown in a movie, without a doubt, in the most blunt scene ever to be shown by Disney, from one of the newest and most unexpected villains: cancer.

Brutally bald-headed and sadly gaunt, Star-Lord’s mother dies in a squalid hospital room and the fault is not of some malicious aliens from outer space nor is it of a magician that practices black magic, but cancer is the reason, the real super-villain of modern humanity (far from Ebola, SARS, various strands of the flu and other seasonal sicknesses that serve as a mask to the real diseases).


This initial scene of tragedy, a genius oxymoron because of its inevitable realness, with the great digital work that results in one of the best productions ever created by the fusion of Marvel (that isn’t always successful) with the big screen, that presents the real horror that scares everyone due to its tangibility, more cruel than any other mad titan murderer ever to be presented on the big screen.


The cinematographic traditions has made us think that a quality product in this genre is quite rare and, other than the Batman trilogy by Nolan, The Avengers by Whedon, and the masterpieces of Watchmen and Man of Steel, quality has never seemed to be a necessary factor in the realization of these types of movies in recent times (no doubt looking farther in the past something more interest is bound to come out, but I’m talking about a jump of maybe 15 years into the past).


Guardians of the Galaxy, instead, works and does much more: it imprints on celluloid the original, and already pleasant, Drake and Colan’s work onto paper but by redrafting it (there are differences between the comic strip and they are definitely not little) in order to create a great cinematographic product.


Without spoiling much, because, generally, when reviewing an action movie, the risk for spoilers hides behind every word, the movie by James Gun (scriptwriter of Scooby Doo and Dawn of the Dead, as well as director of Super and Slither, substantially a very messy and confused man, or what I just like to call, the right man) talks about how a group of characters without any type of morality, that begin with wanting to kill one another but then decide to put their resentments aside in order to kick ass.




Not taking into considerations the amazing special effects, or the thousands of battles, hot alien chicks, and the clichés, to make a long story short, the film still retains its strong identity that works precisely because it is held up by great characters that animate a story told to perfection thanks to the impeccable work of the director-screenwriter Gunn.


Our laughter, genuine and overwhelming, is an element that accompanies the audience through the entire two-hour film whose irreverent comic tone keeps the story lively in every sequence, despite the blaze of special effects that are never, however, excessive and an end in themselves.


An honorable mention (which also goes, in part, to the fathers of Marvel) goes to each of the characters that accompany the Star-Lord Chris Pratt: from the outer space raccoon pissed off with the world, to the treebeard hippie with communication problems, from Dave Bautista painted from head to toe in the role of Dave Bautista painted from head to toe, to the hot chick on duty, that this time, in order to satisfy every possible interracial fetish, is even green (praise the Lord).


So put aside the prejudices on this blockbuster (like “boo, it will never be a good movie if it was specifically designed to sell”, FOOLS! Each film is designed to sell, you disgusting snob!), the justified gender biases caused by a fecal decalogue of the Marvel Cinematic Universe (we’re in Phase Two, kids! And after this and The Avengers we can, maybe, in part, begin to breathe a sigh of relief), and, above all, the expectations that arise as you look at the titles may be similar to something that’s already been seen, think again!


I say this to do you a favor, so that 5 years from now you don’t find yourselves putting up with “Guardians of the Galaxy” in the immense sadness of primetime TV captivating us almost by accident and only then realizing how you were being assholes by not going to see the movie that so long ago, in October 2014 came to theatres: so go see that totally kick-ass movie, “Guardians of the Galaxy”!



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