on guardians of the galaxy vol. 2 (a movie review of sorts)

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Guardians of the Galaxy: Vol 2, director James Gunn (2017)

When the first Guardians of the Galaxy movie came out, I did not know much about it. I walked into the theater only knowing a little bit about a few of the characters.

When I left the theater, I was in love.

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In the age of Avengers, Batman, and Superman fatigue, this movie was a sight for sore and bored eyes.

I loved the music, the humor, the new characters, and I loved the deep love that Starlord had for his mother. This movie felt like something from my dreams.

Volume 2, had that same magic and then some.

For as long as I can remember, I never like something unless it has a tinge of sadness to it. In my experience, the most authentic things, no matter how outlandish or amazing they might be, must have a little bit of sadness to them.

Why? 

The best things in life always have a tinge of sadness, because life is difficult and the moments in which we find joy, we find sadness because those moments are often rare. (I know, what a groundbreaking statement and a run-on!)

In Vol. 2, we felt that universal feeling, that feeling we often ignore because of how unending and overwhelming it is.

This movie embraced the sadness and the pain. It did something that the other Marvel movies tried to do and failed to deliver.

Loss, will always be a part of our lives. When we are born we are meant to decay, whether it be slowly or all at once, time spares no one.

Often times it is easy to overlook decay because it is such a common occurrence for us. And every day in the world at large we see that decay and become immune to it.

In Vol. 2, that decay is not something to just move the plot forward. It is an harsh loss that never truly left our hero. And in this movie, Quill’s wounds are opened again.

And for the sake of not spoiling anything, some other wounds are reopened as well. 

Mind you, the sadness is not the only thing I loved about the movie. I’m not a masochist, I promise. 

It was an interesting component that was utilized in such a beautiful and profound way that it left me floored (and crying for the last thirty minutes of the movie).

All in all, go watch the movie!

It’s a movie that combines so many gorgeous elements and even offers a sense of realism, in a movie about a talking raccoon.

If you love beautiful cinematography, music from the 80s, and insanely funny (but not cheesy) dialogue, you won’t be disappointed.

If you don’t love those things, that’s okay. Let me try to convince you with one last thing…

BABY GROOT!

Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 Teaser James Gunn (screen grab) CR: Marvel

on daydreams (a movie review of sorts)

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La La Land, director Damien Chazelle (2016)

I watched La La Land a few weeks ago and again last Saturday and I have not been able to get it out of my head.

The gorgeous music, Emma Stone’s to die for wardrobe and the recklessness involved with falling for a moody musician.

Although the story has been told before, in many different ways that is not what drew me to this film.

As a kid, I worshiped the movies of Fred Astaire and Audrey Hepburn and have harbored a lifelong crush on Gregory Peck which has yet to die out.

I loved the one liners, the leading men with their husky voices and attitude and the plots that only someone who spent all the day dreaming about would come up with.

Of course, real life is more complicated and not as simple as that, thank God.

But, I am not here to talk about my love for old movies, I am here to talk about day dreaming and why La La Land is a movie for daydreamers.

As a certified neurotic all I do is daydream and fantasize.

Some of my choice favorites and recurring ones being: the perfectly executed one liners, the dance sequences and the music playing as I walk, choreographed dance numbers and interviews with Oprah, the floating in a cloud, the waltzing through the stars and going to the opera.

I dream and dream and dream.

This isn’t to say that I have had a rough life, it is to say that I have always had an overactive imagination.

It was beautiful to see this story told so wonderfully, and an important part of this movie that I loved so much was the ending. The heart wrenching ending where the beautiful girl does not get the beautiful boy and they both move on with their lives.

And I loved to see the whole fantasy of wondering what could have been! A life in Paris, a child, a night out away from said child.

In the end, there is not a story book reconciliation, and the heroine does not drive off in a Vespa with the boy of her dreams.

As I often say to myself, life is not Amélie, Rubab. Or my favorite line from the movie which I often repeat to myself as well, “It’s called a reality check. The last thing Amélie (or Rubab) wants.”

But in this movie, there was none of that but still a happy ending for the daydreamers.

In short, I cried an embarrassing amount and I implore you to look past the conversation around this movie and simply enjoy it for what it is, an escapist movie with good music and gorgeous cinematography.