Patrick Pryor’s review published on Letterboxd:
Too many loosey goosey sitcom scenarios, not enough dripping outerspace goblins and visual excess for a $28632883636 moving picture. A lot of the movie felt like masturbatory callbacks to jokes, shots, and action from other installments in this never ending franchise. As usual, these Marvel joints work best when they roll the dice and throw infinity dollars at the screen and really go out there with stuff like Tilda soul punching Mark Ruffalo out of Professor Hulk’s body or convoluted time travel age morphing or Thanos wearing a CGI Old Navy workout tee. Nebula shined scrap metal bright, and I want her to break my arm.