Penetrating deep within the lighthearted ventricles of fashionable intergalactic cysts, reflexive agility accommodating both the hunting of bounties and the wisecracking elite, plans projected then prorated, the deviants atomically deified, internal struggles, deconstructive precision, posterity balancing the incision of the blade, a rabble, a rabble arousing, athletic unexpected altruistic instance, for serenity's stringent spawn, the edification of the miscue, teamwork, trust, in tune.
Peter Quill (Chris Pratt) accidentally assembles a formidable team.
They have no choice but to restore order to the galaxy.
Well, not galaxy, more like the region of space they happen to be occupying.
She's green (Zoe Saldana as Gamora). Like on Star Trek.
The film intertextually plays with Star Wars as well, respecting, not glorifying, to hyperdrive into its own interplanetary perspectives.
And a characters says, "there's too many of them."
Searched for a YouTube collage but couldn't find one.
Classic.
I thoroughly enjoyed watching this band of misfits unite to attempt to thwart a fanatical genocidal dick, self-sustaining in their independence, stronger fighting as one.
Cheesy at times, but still raw, resplendent, and finicky.
Can't wait until they save the Avengers.
That must be coming up at some point.
Although, if the frequency of these films increases, curtailed earth shattering attempts to subjugate entire planets are going to start to seem humdrum, unless they continue striving for excellence.
Peter Quill saves Tony Stark, then gives him the finger.
On down the road.
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