What Were You the God of Again Thor

Chris Hemsworth in Thor: Ragnarok.

"I don't hang with the Avengers any more. Information technology all got too corporate." – Thor, Thor: Ragnarok

You'd exist justified in thinking I've been as well kind to Marvel's well-nigh recent films. They actually are singularly splendid at the fine art of seduction; of presenting you with dazzling visual spectacle anchored by but enough plot and character coherence that you lot get out the theatre feeling satisfied, even if their appeal begins to wither in one case you're back exterior. I really have no desire to always picket Md Foreign once again, even though I gave it a glowing review. I tin understand the shame that sometimes follows, where you experience y'all've somehow been duped. But I don't e'er feel taken advantage of, personally. Disposable, enjoyable, escapist chicanery on the argent screen is equally much an essential function of a balanced cinematic diet as anything else. It'south quite plenty for me that Curiosity'southward legion of technicians, product designers, digital artists, costumers, and stunt performers work their asses off to deliver what well-nigh moviegoers see every bit exciting ane-off experiences (especially since the sequel is already coming down the pike right behind the one y'all merely saw, guaranteeing that these talented people are still getting work). I don't hate the formula. The formula works.

That said, I think the cure to the "superhero fatigue" that and so many people mutter about is to actually watch and evaluate these things as films, to identify and celebrate the minor ways in which they break from formula and manifest some kind of real creative expression. Thor: Ragnarok is easily the all-time argument for the "auteur blockbuster" method that Hollywood studios love and so much, and (unlike Doctor Strange) it's the rare Marvel picture I tin see myself watching again and again. The studio gave director Taika Waititi a couple inches, and he ran away with miles and miles of fun, exciting, gut-busting comic book farce. It'due south almost hard to believe this film exists at all.

I suspect that Waititi, like the residue of usa, really didn't have much of an idea of what to exercise with Thor. He sticks out like a sore thumb from the balance of the Earth-leap Avengers – he's an invincible god, while they're all squishy humans; he's stately and royal, where they're wisecracking. Kenneth Branagh leaned into this more than Shakespearean bending for the first Thor outing to decidedly mixed results (I'g in the minority of people who idea that the stuffy Asgard scenes were more interesting than the fish-out-of-water shenanigans on Globe). Game of Thrones director Alan Taylor brought his gritty sword battle expertise to the sequel, Thor: The Dark World, but leaning into that stuff didn't feel right, either. It took Waititi – a kooky Kiwi whose credits include such excellent comedic fare every bit Flying of the Conchords, What We Do In The Shadows, and Hunt For The Wilderpeople – to find the right groove for the musclebound God of Thunder, and he seems to have found it by throwing all that other crap out the window.

Turns out the groove in which Thor feels most comfy is pure goofiness. Ragnarok is a brash, unapologetic farce, a complete refutation of the self-serious tone that typified earlier entries like Helm America: Civil War. Waititi delights at every turn in taking the piss out of his characters, their earth, and this whole ridiculous superhero blockbuster rigmarole, making fifty-fifty the desolation-laced ribaldry of Guardians of the Galaxy await positively stodgy by comparison. In that location's very piffling dramatic investment to be found here, and I didn't miss information technology for a second. I was besides busy laughing my ass off and having a corking time.

Rachel Business firm, Jeff Goldblum and Tessa Thompson in Thor: Ragnarok.

Nether Waititi, Ragnarok'southward plot feels more similar an episode of belatedly-80s cartoon television than an entry in the MCU. Hela (Cate Blanchett), the hidden sis of Thor (Chris Hemsworth) and Loki (Tom Hiddleston), threatens to raze Asgard to the footing to slake her thirst for revenge confronting their father Odin (Anthony Hopkins). But Thor tin can't do much almost it later Hela crushes his hammer, Mjolnir, and banishes him to the planet Sakaar, where someone called the Grandmaster (Jeff Goldblum) enslaves beings from beyond the universe to participate in his gladiatorial bloodsports. It'south only afterward discovering that the Grandmaster'southward prize fighter is none other than our very own Hulk (Mark Ruffalo) that Thor hatches a program to escape Sakaar, with the assist of Hulk, Loki, and the grumpy drunk Valkyrie (Tessa Thompson), who has reasons of her own to help take dorsum her homeworld. It's some real He-Man shit, enhanced by the film's brilliant neon acid-trip visual palette, and its casual disregard of any plot or character element that might go boring or irksome things downwardly. I can't depict how refreshing it is, after years of trying to take these comic book films seriously, to be let off the hook. Enjoy yourself, Waititi says, with every hilarious slapstick gag and perfectly timed quip. Nosotros're all here to have fun, mate.

Information technology'south Waititi'south strength at guiding his ensemble that really makes the film's comedy land. Hemsworth, constantly positioned as the stoic, noble hero archetype, finally gets to play to his strengths and offer a version of Thor that'due south more of a blundering Prince Charming. He's hilarious, and the feeling of the graphic symbol finally working – the style he seems to but effortlessly click into place from the opening scene – is supremely satisfying. Same goes for Ruffalo's Hulk, who is finally allowed to talk (!) and uses this opportunity to evangelize some of the film's funniest fabric. (He's exactly the kind of arrogant oaf that you would imagine Blob to be, especially later on a long time spent crushing puny rivals and being richly rewarded for it.) Ruffalo fifty-fifty explores new ground with his Banner, busting out of the flat, uninteresting "tech guy" he played off Robert Downey Jr's Tony Stark and finding new life as an awkward, dweeby scientist who is just as much an utter outsider on Sakaar every bit Hulk is a perfect fit. Thompson is corking every bit the salty Valkyrie, honing in on the grapheme's likable nature despite her antisocial behavior. Even chip performers like Karl Urban as Asgardian turncoat Skurge and Waititi himself every bit stone-alien Korg are given space to find something hilarious and memorable about their characters, and exploit information technology for maximum comedic effect.

But it should go without saying that Jeff Goldblum runs abroad with it. It should besides go without saying that when y'all hire him for your superhero picture show, the performance you're going to get is simply Jeff Goldblum in a funny costume. Ragnarok thrives when he's onscreen, fluently integrating his oddball personality and his unique affability into its overall tone, letting him gently poke and prod at the edges of what makes this maniacal galactic overlord tick. The Grandmaster is Jeff Goldblum in a funny costume, to be sure, but he'southward also surprising and wry and nuanced. Waititi gives generously of his total screen time to this character, and I couldn't be more grateful.

Listen, y'all want an example of a franchise that truly coasts on formula, look no farther than the works of Warner Brothers. (The upcoming Justice League is an example of their willingness to break from their established formula by artlessly plagiarizing the formula that works so well for their rivals.) At least Marvel, once in a while, is comfortable plenty to let its freak flag wing a little bit. Ragnarok is a total outlier, and we're unlikely to run across its kind again in the MCU. Let's but have a scrap of fun with information technology while nosotros tin can, eh?

– Justin Cummings  is a narrative designer at Ubisoft Toronto, and has worked as a author, blogger, and playwright since 2005. He has been a lifelong educatee of motion picture, gaming, and literature, commenting on industry and culture since his childhood movie theatre first installed an arcade.

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