I am Groot. I...am Groot. I AM Groot. I am...Groot. I aaaaam Groooooot.
Or in human speak: at last, the Guardians of the Galaxy sequel has arrived. Like most people I was skeptical of the first one when Marvel announced it and then pleasantly surprised at how good it was when I got to see it, though it wasn't without a few issues. Then, again like most people, when the sequel was announced I wondered if they were going to be able to recreate whatever dark magic allows them to make a movie featuring a talking raccoon and a tree that can only says his own name and not have it turn into complete garbage.
Of course this is one of those movies where what I have to say about it really isn't going to matter. Everyone loved that first one so much there's no way anyone was missing out on this even if the reviews were Batman v Superman-level bad, but for what it's worth, I can confirm that Marvel does in fact keep dark wizards chained up in the basement at Disney because once again they have produced another fun ride.
It is truly impressive how many times I've gone into one of these Marvel movies thinking "well, this is it. This is going to be the one that finally wears the whole comic book thing out" only to thoroughly enjoy myself even in spite of whatever problems that movie does have. So without further ado, let's talk about what does make me cranky in Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2: