The Book of Henry is certainly not a good film, but calling it a bad one doesn’t seem to fit; it falls short of the mark, but not in the way a truly bad film does. Rather, it fails to answer two vital questions—who is it for, and what is it about?—and it’s hard to imagine anyone being satisfied with the end result.
The Battle of Five Armies is a suitable finish to a trilogy which had no business being a trilogy. It’s kind of a mess, kind of boring, occasionally spectacular, possibly offensive, and ultimately forgettable. If it is less absurd than the first film in the series (and then, not by much), it lacks that film’s cozy tedium. And it lacks really likable characters–but they shall receive theirs in due time.
Maybe my seeing it at an evening showing (on top not only of an afternoon viewing of Into the Woods, but also of Christmas dinner) didn’t help. But a battle of this scope and ostensible importance should’ve jolted me awake. Instead, I realized for most of the running time that I simply didn’t care.
Been a while since I’ve posted anything, I know. Luckily, in the case of Guardians of the Galaxy, it’s such a well-known film (and not one that requires extensive summarizing or analysis) that I don’t have to write one of my usual 2500-word missives about it (and I know your heart breaks to hear that). I could really just say it’s the best Marvel film to date and leave it at that.
But I won’t.
This is what happens when you give James Gunn a big budget.
You get something awesome.