So a tiny movie review, of a sort.
Thanks to the wonders of $6 movies on Tuesday, and people owing me a favor, I caught Thor: Ragnarok the other night. And it’s interesting because I have a hard time seeing the film as anything more than a giant middle finger to Warner Brothers and the DC films they produce.
Bear with me for a moment, and beware, there be spoilers ahead.
So anyway. Ragnarok is about as serious a concept as you can have in a film. I mean, it’s the end of the freaking world, and in the original Norse version involved the deaths of pretty much all the gods. This time around, the body count is substantially lower, but the fact of the matter is that despite the inherently depressing subject matter, Thor: Ragnarok is played for laughs.
Like, just about the entire film. If there are five consecutive minutes of that movie that don’t involve some kind of joke or gag, I must have missed them. That’s not to say the film is bad; while the pervasive humor is distinctly incongruous, it’s executed well enough to make it an enjoyable experience.
But contrast that to the DC films. Dark, somber, turbid dramas with barely a joke in sight.
Marvel took the darkest, somber-est concept they had available to them, and made a comedy out of it. If Guardians of the Galaxy was Marvel’s victory lap, proving that they could make a superhero movie about superheroes that most people have never even heard of and still top the box office, Thor: Ragnarok is them openly mocking the relative failure of their rival’s franchise.
“Oh, boo hoo, Superman died and now everyone is sad! Odin dies and Thor gets dropped into a gladiatorial combat arena run by a technicolor Jeff Goldblum. And we’ll still make more money than you, suckers.”