"You like a professional asshole or what?"

"Pretty much a pro."

Digital muck stitched together with boomer needle drops. Sadly, implementing shallow coats of color, for once in this franchise, doesn't register into measures of visual quality when 95% of your film possesses the garishness and aesthetic insolvency/horrors of the uncanny valley; absence of designs, absence of decent lighting. Gunn's mind, as with the world these characters embody, is one of insularity; no sincere, greater emotional beats - let alone any semblance of character growth - can ever be achieved due to multiple blockades, such as the perpetual extension of quirky one-joke-a-second metrics and their undercutting of any potential emotionality (in this case: heaps of repeated trauma-dumping, because Gunn adores using the same basic character "arcs" for literally everyone). Baby Groot and Bautista innocent.