About Thunderbolts

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Or maybe it’s called The New Avengers. It doesn’t matter. Anyway, I watched it. I haven’t been able to take in a comic book movie for a long time. I’ll try, but the problems are usually too much to stomach. Gotta shut it off to prevent getting dumber. I don’t need extra help on that front, thanks.

This film is watchable. The main girl is a fine actor, even when the script gives her actions that make no sense for the moment or the character. That must really be hard to pull off. Still. Some things happen that I liked. It was good enough to endure.

There’s a lot of guys on the internet that break down these big popcorn movies. They seem to act surprised every time a film made on an assembly line is bad. That must be exhausting, but good on them, I guess.

I won’t hate a thing that was made intentionally. This feels like it was. Despite being nonsensical and making really bad decisions, the filmmakers seem to at least be making decisions. This, unfortunately, is a step up. There’s a theme about emotional issues or depression or mental illness that lands about fifteen percent of the time.

Is it terrible? Only lots of times. Is it as good as a bad episode of Smallville? Not even close. But you know—they’re like a newer form of Avengers. And that’s inherently so rad. Seriously, despite being mostly pointless, there are a few scenes that seemed to have been written by someone with a moderate level of brain activity. I enjoyed those ones.

I know. High praise. What can I say, I’m a lover. Cheers and see you after.