Tit For Cat.
Marvel’s detour in this people pleasing franchise is a slave to the formula that every other installment is brimmed of. “A safe play” claims Marvel, and protected is, their MCU in the eyes of their fans. The contribution of Anna Boden and Ryan Fleck; the co-writers and directors, is merely integrating to this formula. But what comes off disappointing, is that this time the textbook format is rotten to the core. You find yourself stealing moments from the film to enjoy. The mind games played by the writers- or so they think- is just one big hotchpotch that we are told to mug up as a thought provoking sci-fi genre tidbit. Not only it fails intellectually on raising the questions, the news-like answers delivered seems like a conspiracy to fill in a political satire where clearly it compromises the narration.
Speaking of which, the writing is often dull, with cheesy lines, daft conversations and a fatal attempt of invading humor in storytelling. Boosting off with an introductory action sequence, the characters are transparent as water when it comes to hide their duality. This off putting behavior of the makers where they are overprotective about their obvious flips and turns, is frankly annoying. After which, Carol Danvers (Brie Larson) meets our host Nick Fury (Samuel L. Jackson), a promising duo that had the brotherly romance between them to amplify the film.
Again, this equation is piled up by 1-0-1 comic writing, none of the small talks comes in smooth, their agendas are clearly visible on the screen. I would feel that this is the real culprit of the film, how bizarrely and easily deconstructive it is. So easy it looks, and yet so much effort it costs. The shape shifters theory comes in handy like the X Men’s Mystique-ish cheats and tricks. Only once in the beginning it fools you with conviction while the rest of it grows predictable.
Larson in this glowing suit is way too ready for this job. Her calculative over thought out process is miscalculated, at least Gal Gadot owned the silliness. Her never-the-underdog dimension of the character is why we don’t connect with her, there is no empathy for us to punch her that spaceship out of the sky. Jackson who had been fascinated on playing the early version of Nick Fury is as good as it gets when he is sharing the screen with a cat.
His words still sounds young and sort of amateur-ish but his body language can’t hide the Jackson-ness in him. Jude Law and Annette Benning are victims of the worst aspects of the script, with wafer thin charisma or ambiguity, it is depressing to see this much potential thrown out of the window. How does it fit in the series? Aforementioned, obliged to connect the dots and mention the references, the film fails to stand on its own beliefs, its own content. I wish I could at least say that the Captain Marvel has the heart to look forward, it is busy reminiscing about the past, the result is, yes, sad.