Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2

The characters have been introduced, and have come together to forge a resilient team.

Traits briefly developed in vol. 1 must now be convincingly expanded upon in order to keep generating cheeky sly endearingly rebellious momentum, even if the Guardian's antics are no longer officially outlawed.

Rocket (Bradley Cooper) screws up though, and, after saving a guilded race from a thick-skinned monster, he steals some of their precious batteries to profit on the side, and that very same none-too-amused excessively proud community decides to vengefully hunt the Guardians down consequently, which leaves them troubled and divided after Star-Lord (Chris Pratt) meets his father (Kurt Russell as Ego) who turns out to be an immortal Celestial.

For the first time.

Ego wants to destroy the galaxy but I've said too much already.

Nevertheless.

There's still more to be told.

Yondu (Michael Rooker) and Rocket wind up imprisoned after Yondu's crew mutinies and deprives him of his mellifluous arrow.

While imprisoned, Rocket begins to understand that perhaps he is somewhat abrasive, as he's critique by the rather unpolished Yondu, and referred to as "a professional asshole."

Sticking two assholes in prison together and having them play who's the severest was a great idea, and one that helped them tone it down a bit without spoiling their characteristic alarm.

A new empathic character named Mantis (Pom Klementieff) complicates Star-Lord and Gamora's (Zoe Saldana) relationship after revealing his true feelings, and they interrelate ala Sam and Diane of old afterwards as pride and improvisation delicately yet ruggedly blend.

Star-Lord must also relate to his newfound dad while Gamora contends with her psychotic sister (Karen Gillan as Nebula), the former becoming more estranged as the latter begin to bond.

The Guardians themselves are concerned with their collective identity and whether or not their wild unheralded intergalactic shenanigans have united them together as an im/penitent family?

Without acknowledging the unconscious focus of many of their conversations, they consider the nature of their beguiling consensus, while unravelling supervillainous plots and doing their best to universally grind.

Drax's (Dave Bautista) comments thematically reflect this Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 prerogative, as his colourful blunt wholesome yet provocative observations coddle and crucify the group as a whole.

Groot (Vin Diesel) assists as well.

It's a great sequel, multilaterally pondering life and why it's worth living without sugarcoating its contentions or shying away from its responsibilities from diametrically opposed perspectives.

Big time.

Complacency is structurally criticized as its warm and friendly formal aspects contradict its argumentative content, until the Guardians realize that if both its fuzzy and festive features are to continuously chill, or if Ego conversely gains the upper hand, their raison d'être, their status as Guardians of the Galaxy, will become somewhat mute, multivariably speaking.

The transformation accelerates around the time Star-Lord's walkman (walkperson) is destabilized.

If they didn't care, if they just embraced eternal isolated luxury, they would have gluttonously imploded.

Also visually stunning.

Tragic artistic melodramatic sci-fi?

Correct.

I'd say that designation is correct.

Yes I would.

Vermillion.