I saw this Deluxe Starlord costume at the Disney Store for the first time last October. After staring contemplatively between it and my 3-yr-old for a good five minutes, I sighed heavily and just took a picture. For those parents/aunts/uncles/godparents/older siblings/Jedi Masters who have a young child/nephew/niece/brother/sister/Padawan who will consent to wearing a long jacket and mask, consider yourself lucky. And then buy them this costume. Looks so cool! And adorable. Squeee!
Now I just need a 3-D printer for the gun. Who’s got one?? (A 3-D printer, not a gun. Not for a toddler, that is.)
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.
Who’s crazy hyped about the upcoming Guardians of the Galaxy (coming to theaters in just eleven days)? The entire galaxy is, that’s who.
But, due to the expansive nature of the Marvel Universe, there’s a lot more that most non-Marvel super-fans won’t know about Guardians of the Galaxy as they file into their local theaters next weekend.