Guardians of the Galaxy Volume 3

“Christ” Pratt is the worst part of this movie. It’s Rocket the Racoon’s story, and James Gunn et al dip into an animal experimentation backstory that’s impossibly poignant. How’d they do it? I’m not sure. Excellent planning, excellent voice-over acting, sympathetic but grotesque creatures straight out of the Island of Misfit Toys, and arresting music. They really achieved something special, somehow in a comic book extravaganza, lighting a little fuse underneath the concept of the ethical treatment of animals. As for the rest, there’s a bunch of space fighting and Pew! Pew! Pew! and you know the drill. It’s easy to look forward to non-Pratt sequels. They might have a new leading man in Rocket.