The spirit of the '90s lives on.
It hasn't been replaced by some mad bigoted dysfunctional totalitarian complex.
Writers and directors still seeking a reasonable balance amongst the levels harmoniously sustained with heartfelt respect.
Racist discrimination isn't dominating.
Neither is elitist pretension.
In Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3, posthaste, which holds a coveted place within the mass market, and is theoretically quite influential in terms of meaningful intergalactic liberty.
Within an ingenious megalomaniac seeks to reinvent ye olde planet Earth, with genetically modified animals, but the results are not utopian (Chukwudi Iwuji as The High Evolutionary).
He's such a piece of shit that he doesn't try to fix the ailing society he's created, instead since it isn't ideal, he decides to utterly annihilate it.
He can't accept that the creation of a world has too many variables to cohesively caress, and that manifold multivariable mutations naturally challenge strategic planning.
You can't just destroy tens of thousands of lives if your perfect world lacks ornate distinction, that's tens of thousands of murders on your hands, if you create life, it happens to be living.
That's what he does though, that motherfucker, the Guardians fighting him along the way, while offering glimpses into Rocket's (Bradley Cooper) past, the Evolutionary's most gifted creation.
A ship is self-destructing, everyone must flee and move quickly to avoid oblivion, a voice shouts out to save the higher lifeforms at which point I thought elitism had won the day.
But an alternative voice rich with multilateral concordance soulfully contradicts it with compassionate equipoise.
And the animals locked down upon the vessel are also freed and led to safety.
In the end, there's an awesome party which looks like it must have been fun to attend, different species from different walks of life exchanging observations and jokes and memories.
We were taught long ago way back when to value life in all its form, and not to condescendingly judge those whose grades lacked brilliant correspondence.
Not to let them run the show but certainly to give them a salient voice, not everyone fluent in microbiology, but generally aware of ways and means.
Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3 cherishes life and celebrates community, regardless of I.Q or test scores, or biological resiliency.
In a wild unpredictable way that isn't preachy or overwrought.
I may have to pick up a copy.
Along with Avatar: The Way of Water.
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