We never met. We never shook hands or shared a laugh. You never even knew who I was, but I knew you and that’s what’s important.
I am a lover of film and as such, I have to mention the great hole your passing has left in my life. It’s hard to think about a world without John Keating, Mrs. Doubtfire, Sean Maguire, even Rainbow Randolph. It’s a world I’d rather not think about in fact and yet, if your films have taught me anything, I must.
Though I might alienate some of my readers, I have to be honest; the Marvel Cinematic Universe has become a bit lackluster to me. Sure, it has its winners, namely Iron Man, The Avengers, and Captain America: The Winter Soldier, but on the whole it has found a difficult time getting its footing, deciphering how to construct their standalone films while also playing into the larger world of the story. Ramblings of a cosmic object known as the Tesseract have come up time and again and yet its importance is still vague at best. Thanos, who appears in a mid-credit scene following The Avengers, was hinted at being a huge player, yet he did not appear in any of the standalone films to follow. To be fair, I have never read any of the comics, so like most people, my frustration is geared towards the realm of the movie universe, which I find to be, more often than not, a bit of a tease, always hinting at something bigger, but never reaching that point. Now, why go on this extravagant diatribe of confusion over the Marvel Cinematic Universe? To preface the fact that Guardians of the Galaxy, despite being the outright wackiest and perhaps most perplexing installment yet, is able to make sense of it all.