Captain Marvel is the 654th film in the Marvel franchise — the figure is something like that, I think — and as the first one to be female-led it was mercilessly trolled before its release by the fan boys. ‘This movie is gonna bomb like no other and they only have themselves to blame,’ was one typical remark. The nastiness escalated further when the film’s star, Brie Larson, said she was sick of being interviewed by ‘white dudes’ while doing promotion and asked why so many film critics are white and male. (78 per cent are, according to the latest research.)
I don’t know why I’m telling you all this except to say that I’m one of the 22 per cent and this is the first of these films that hasn’t entirely bored the pants off me. It bored me a bit, but not entirely. So I’m delighted, and they can all go hang.
This Marvel film (it may even be the 978th; I lose track) is not one of those ensemble Avengers ones where you have to watch Black Widow get sidelined or Pepper Potts fawn all over Iron Man, which is a mercy.
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