Ant-Man and the Wasp: a Fine Follow-up

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Ant-Man and the Wasp
Director: Peyton Reed
Stars: Paul Rudd, Evangeline Lilly, Michael Douglas, Hannah John- Kamen, Michael Pena, Randall Park, Michelle Pfeiffer
Genre: Sci-fi Action-Comedy/ Superhero
Rating: 3.75/5

Ant- Man and the Wasp is a river of comedy and a perennial one at that. It does not give the audience a moment’s rest. This fun-fest, which is a follow-up to Ant-Man and Captain America: Civil War, finds Scott Lang (Paul Rudd) under house arrest. His days as the insect sized superhero is over following his exploits in Civil War. However, when Hope (Evangeline Lilly) and Dr. Hank Pym (Michael Douglas) approaches him with an urgent mission, he once again has to don the Ant-Man suit and risk jeopardizing his freedom in the process.

The movie builds up on the story and the characters from the first movie and adds a host of new characters. Both the new and the old cast are equally brilliant. Paul Rudd’s Ant-Man and Evangeline Lilly’s Wasp are perfect as the newest MCU superhero duo. Of the supporting cast, Michael Douglas’ Dr. Hank Pym is a strong presence. Similarly, Luis (Michael Pena), the old fan favourite, shines above all else and reaffirms his fan favourite tag. New characters like Agent Woo (Randall Park), Ghost (Hannah John- Kamen) and Sonny Burch (Water Goggins) also stand out.

As a movie, it a typical Marvel flick. It has great action sequences, great CGI and effortless progression of the plot. In addition to all that, it is a landmine of comedy. The dialogues, the character interactions and action sequences combine seamlessly to deliver a brilliant action comedy.

However, as much as I loved the movie, I was left wanting for more. As much as it entertained, once out of the theatre not much of the movie remained with me. Unlike the recent MCU offerings, this one leaves you with an unfamiliar feeling of being satisfied and not at the same time.

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