Welcome Renegade Nation it’s me Naughty Nicole and it’s time for another Renegade Review. And today, we have one of my favorites and I hope one of yours, a Marvel movie!! That’s right, we’re looking at Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 2, and I for one am excited and can’t wait to share this with you. So wait no longer, don your Star Lord Cosplay helmets and join me for today’s review. And I’m going to preface my review with I LOVE MARVEL, so if you don’t love Marvel, well then this review is not for you. Go watch Netflix. Anyway let’s jump in my heathens.
The movie opens to a splashy opening battle with a giant space-faring octopus, scored to Electric Light Orchestra’s Mr. Blue Sky for no reason other than the finger-snapping snazz of it. The soundtrack also features Fleetwood Mac, Glen Campbell and David Hasselhoff, plus a recurrent use of Brandy by Looking Glass.
Perhaps the finest, funniest moment is this first sequence. Or perhaps it’s quote-unquote “action sequence.” Because for most of its duration, the action is strictly an afterthought. The titular super group has been enlisted to defeat a giant star-squid, and its smallest member, Baby Groot (the twig-like offshoot of last installment’s arboreal giant), is hooking up some equipment in the foreground as the fight commences behind him. What is Baby Groot fiddling with? Some kind of space cannon? Of course not. It’s a sound system, and no sooner is it plugged in than the ELO’s pop jingle “Mr. Blue Sky” bursts forth in its giddy, meteorological splendor. As Baby Groot’s companions battle the tentacle horror in the background, we’re treated to the delightful spectacle of the mini-veggie juking his way through the opening credits. It is, in its way, the perfect deflation of the time-to-save-the-world-again bloat that has grown customary in the superhero genre and a worthy successor to the loose, goofy vibe of the first Guardians: You guys deal with the Latest Threat to All Life over there; us, we’re going to hang here and groove to some oldies.