If I were to describe Guardians of the Galaxy in one word, it would have to be “unapologetic.” In the first 15 minutes of the movie, I was bombarded by a triad of expression: smart-ass humor, sci-fi action, and somber loss. Director James Gunn makes no apologies for being all over place. In fact, it’s as if he’s saying, “This is the movie. Get used to it.” And it works. It’s this threefold tonality which remains consistent throughout the rest of the film (in varying degrees, of course), and which hooked me for its entire 121 minute duration.
Guardians of the Galaxy does not take it self seriously, and viewers really shouldn’t either. It is a shameless exercise in dazzling good looks and death-defying comic-book spirit. It has all the feel of a just-for-fun B movie, with just enough cheesiness thrown in. Guardians is not a perfect movie. But you definitely get the impression that it isn’t trying to be.