So. Captain Marvel is out on Blu-Ray now.
[gaze narrows] You may recall my past words about the movie. And I keep coming back to that post. I have tweaked it slightly, mostly for grammar and wording.
But there has been that nagging feeling in the back of my head asking, “Was I too harsh?”
I mean, I don’t think so. If anything, I was holding back a lot of extra gripes I had with it, both due to length and inability to find rhymes.
I mentioned in my spoken-word that I had a different review planned until Marvel loaded a gun and gave it to the She-Woman Man Hater’s Club to finally kill the dinosaurs with an “I have nothing to prove to you” caliber bullet.
Let’s see if I can dredge up the memory of that review.
Captain Marvel: A Review in Prose
Finally! Women have their…second…third…fourth superheroine?
Wait. Let me start over.
Finally! Women have their first Marvel superheroine! She’s strong and powerful in her own right, and better than her immediate male counterparts, who after being held back finally gets to come into her own. But enough about Wasp. I’m here for Captain Marvel.
And I didn’t like it. Of course, it can be brushed off as, “I’m a guy; it wasn’t made for you.” I mean, duh. I feel like I’m the only person who knows what a “target audience” is. And sure, I’m not in it, but that does not detract my ability to recognize quality film-making or writing. Should I cite my opinions on My Little Pony Cinderella?
And…I feel like Captain Marvel is trying to be something that it really is not.
The biggest selling point of the movie–behind the protagonist being a woman, which the film pauses every five minutes to remind us–is that it is told in a non-linear form.
I’m trying to find the best way to put this, and I come to this point: Captain Marvel is a non-linear superhero origin movie in the same way that spaghetti is non-linear pizza. Sure, there’s still bread, tomato sauce, meat, and cheese, but the meat is blander and there’s hardly any cheese.
The cheese in this metaphor is character development, by the way. And the meat is the story arc as a whole.
Carol is probably the worst offender here. I think of superhero origins like Superman who lost his family when his planet blew up, or Iron Man who got hit by his own bomb and now has to wear a power source of his own design on his chest. The origin of a hero involves loss.
Carol’s loss is, “I went too fast around a corner while go-karting because that boy told me to slow down.”
I mean, she did lose her memory, so maybe that’s–nope. Never addressed, and only really used as a plot device.
Really, that’s the only character trait I can get from Carol: she’s reckless. She needs her superpowers, otherwise she’d be dead before Act I…III…
Okay. So maybe that’ll be her character arc: learning that taking drastic risks has consequences?
Nope. All her friends survive, all her goals are accomplished flawlessly.
[groans]
You know, the longer I think about it, I see the problem that I have with Carol. She’s the opposite of Thor. Hear me out: Thor uses his powers in defiance and gets stripped of them to learn humility. Carol uses her powers in defiance and gets…applauded for it.
She is an uncaring, unsympathetic being of immense colossal power who isn’t really on your side, she just happens to agree with you on this one point. She is simultaneously the unstoppable force and the immovable object. She’s almost…almost like something out of Lovecraft.
[groans so hard the room starts to go dark.]
Speaking of her friends…they exist.
I’ll hold back my thoughts on Nick Fury getting his whole character stripped away reducing him to something much less…Nick Fury, and focus on one specific side character: Monica Rambeau.
Now, why am I focusing on the little girl whose main plot significance is to pick Carol’s outfit color? Simple, because that’s how they decided to adapt the actual first female Captain Marvel.
Yeah, fun fact. Mar’vel, in the comics, stepped down/died (I can’t remember) and his spot on the team was taken by Monica Rambeau, who adopted the name Captain Marvel and even led the Avengers briefly. Of course–probably because of recent Captain Marvel branding in the comics and cartoons–I hadn’t heard about her until recently.
I don’t know what to make of this. For a movie that wants to break a lot of boundaries and try new things, it really pulled back here.
But what about the villains? The Skrulls! Finally! Marvel’s shape-shifting villains! Maybe this will make for some really mind-bending battle scenes where you don’t know who’s who and–
Nope. Just one scene at the beginning. And the final fight is a one-sided CGI battle. And not even a good one. I forgot about it before I left the theater.
[groans]
In summary, Captain Marvel just feels like it had a lot of potential that it failed to properly cash in on. It wanted to run a marathon, but intentionally tied its shoes together at the starting line.
5/10 ~ I guess you still have some proving to do.
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Wow. I really didn’t like that movie. This calls for more than a review…
Wait. Let me start over.
I really don’t want to write a review on Captain Marvel.
No, really. I haven’t seen a movie preceded by this much hatred since the 2016 Ghostbusters. But even though it is the elephant in the room to beat all other elephants in all other rooms, I also don’t want to get anywhere near it.
I mean, can you blame me? I’m a straight, white, heterosexual, Protestant male journalist. I am everything Brie Larson does not want and Clark Gregg misunderstands. I am the one scolded for objectifying and yet also the objectified. And I feel legally required not to have opinions about Captain Marvel unless I’m showering it with praise, and doubly required to enjoy a movie that tells me that I have been holding women back.
Do you see the pickle I’m in?
But duty calls, I guess. I have nothing else to write about, so…here’s a review. And by “review”, I mean “spoken word, because that’s how the thoughts formed in my head.”
[“Poet Scorned,” it’s all yours.]