adam’s review published on Letterboxd:
Road to Infinity War
"I told Gamora how when I was a kid I used to pretend David Hasselhoff was my dad. He's a singer and actor from Earth, really famous guy. Earlier, it struck me.. Yondu didn't have a talking car, but he did have a flying arrow. He didn't have the beautiful voice of an angel, but he did have the whistle of one. Both Yondu and David Hasselhoff went on kick-ass adventures and hooked up with hot women, and fought robots... I guess David Hasselhoff did kind of end up being my dad after all. Only it was you, Yondu. I had a pretty cool dad."
No matter how much I love Marvel, I do NOT come to them when I want to feel the deepest feelings and somehow examine my own shit in reflection of art. I love these characters and what James Gunn did with them in the first film, but I did not go into this one expecting such a poignant and, frankly, relatable film about family, love, and trauma. I adore every fucking thing about this one. I love how it treads murky areas when it addresses how we can love people who maybe aren't always the best to us. I love the way it examines what made these characters so funny in the first one and points out how genuinely unhealthy and unorthodox their methods of deflecting and coping really are. I love how every character is just so vulnerable and sad and scared. I love the literal unspoken thing in the film - not just between Peter and Gamora, but between all the characters. There is so much in this film that rides upon the classic rule of "show, don't tell"
The third act of this is just so relentlessly sad for a Marvel flick. And Ego deserves to be in the conversation for one of Marvel's best villains, because he simply is just a toxic, manipulative dad who believes in what he's saying... and also happens to be a fucking Planet. I obviously can't relate to the extent of the relationship between Peter and Ego, but the way their relationship plays out is sort of relatable in the sense that I also had to find out the hard way that my father wasn't necessarily the best guy in the world, and that the people I already had in my life were more than enough to make up for it.
The whole concept of longing for something that was always by your side and welcoming you with open arms is one that still hurts. That final moment between them all at the end, where they are all still fucked up and traumatized, but are content because they have each other as a family... I've cried everytime I've watched it. It's just such a beautiful, realistically played out moment that is given so much room to breathe. I can't believe something like it is pulled off so well in a blockbuster of this scale. James Gunn made the ultimate hangout movie and character study on a $200 mil. budget with the flashiest of colors, coolest visual effects, most gorgeous cinematography, and nuttiest action sequences in the MCU.
The dick jokes also still make me laugh and I'm sorry.