Somehow I saw Antman in the theater.
And...it wasn't as terrible as I thought. Wait for pirate.
Woah, woah, woah...wait a minute...wait a minute... Ant-Man is good?
So define "good" here. Because "not a complete train wreck" only qualifies as good with something as sacred as, say,
Star Wars.
Ant-Man is fine, I guess. Not nearly as offensively messy as
Avengers: Age of Ultron. It's your typical superhero origin story, which even
Deadpool did. What's weird are these glimmers of chaotic wackiness that I'm almost positive are leftover from Wright's involvement. Michael Pena's "he said, she said" storytelling of how he heard about the heist jobs is one. The nutty training montage that seems to take up half the movie's running time is another. There's a little of that old
Guardians of the Galaxy "off the rails" to the proceedings in those moments that made me briefly smile.
Then there's the scene where
Ant-Man has to go to the Avengers base to steal a MacGuffin which is there for no reason but to set up his involvement in
Captain America: Civil War Team-Up #427-J5. *That* made my fucking blood boil.
The pacing in this movie is so off, I never quite allowed myself to fall into it. It's subtle, but there's a feeling like great swaths of time and story are being rushed through in a manner that Edgar Wright probably could've pulled off in a
Scott Pilgrim sort of style, but which the Marvel braintrust isn't nuanced enough to do.
Whatever.
