"The summer of 2014 was all lean middle — a fair few blockbusters solidly nestled in the low-to-mid $200M category, but nothing beyond that. There was also, it should be noted, nothing from a pop cultural perspective that really reached out and defined the summer, with the possible exception of the Awesome Mix Vol. 1. Whatever the zeitgeist was in the American popular consciousness this year, it’s yet to have been grabbed by a movie."
In which I hold forth on the summer that was, a depressed pop cultural consciousness, and what end-of-the-world movies say about us: read more!
I took my little brother (who falls on the autism spectrum) to see Guardians of the Galaxy and after this scene he lit up like a Christmas tree and screamed “He’s like me! He can’t do metaphors!” And for the rest of the film my brother stared at Drax in a state of rapture.
So for the last 6 days I have heard my brother repeatedly quote all of the Drax lines from the movie verbatim (one of his talents), begin studying vocabulary test words, and tell everyone he knows that people with autism can also be superheroes.
Now I am not saying that Drax the Destroyer is, or was ever, intended to be autistic. All I am saying is that it warmed my heart to see my brother have an opportunity to identify himself with a character known for his strength, badassness, and honor. And that is pretty damn awesome.
So while I adored Guardians of the Galaxy as a great fun loving film with cool characters I can do nothing but thank Marvel Studios and Dave Bautista for finally bringing a superhero to the screen that my little brother can relate to.
In which it gets taken to another level.
I’ve called Guardians of the Galaxy my favourite of the Phase 2 movies, but that doesn’t mean I’m not looking forward to watching this again like a motherfucker.
I’m also sort of fascinated by the degree to which Bucky has taken off in the Tumblr unconsciousness, given that he’s not particularly fleshed-out in the movie itself. I suspect some wonderful combination of Bucky fans from the comics catalyzed the newbie fanboys/fangirls who picked him up through the movie, and the result was a kind of popular explosion.
Plus, this is hot, given their future relationship:
Life’s giving us a chance.
-To do what?
To give a shit.
If you’re not going to see Guardians again this weekend you’re dumb at everything
Podcasts bring podcasters together! We welcome Greg LeGros from the Modern Superior oligarchy onto the show to talk about space raccoons and blue fellows named Yondu, and all the other things that Marvel seems to be able to do without breaking a sweat – all while Sony and DC sweat balls over their rest-of-the-decade tentpole plans.
Quill said that singing to plants made them grow better. Rocket didn’t believe it, but that didn’t mean he was gonna take the chance that it wasn’t true.
Very into this
Sideshow adds a potted dancing Groot to their sixth-scale Rocket/Groot Hot Toys offer; holds a single-day dance-off competition on twitter to win the set; and all hell breaks loose.
"…The dweebs are necessary, because without them, the narrative has no engine. (We may all be a-holes, but from an identification/catharsis standpoint, we’re all dweebs, too - dweebs in need of a change. So begin all stories.)"
In which I do a thing about rogue characters, foils, Han Solo, Jack Sparrow, and the Guardians of the Galaxy. Read on