Love and Thunder: A Painfully Poor Parody

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Directed by: Taika Waititi
Written by: Taika Waititi, Jennifer Kaytin Robinson
Actors: Chris Hemsworth, Christian Bale, Natalie Portman, Tessa Thompson, Taika Waititi
Runtime: 2 hrs 5 mins
Rating: 2/5


Thor has always been my favorite MCU character and the only butchering that happens in Thor: Love and Thunder is Taika Waititi butcher two brilliant storylines in hollow compilation of scenes and gag reels. The movie has no heart and fails to create a sense of doom that Taika had created with Hela in Ragnarok. It's all about landing the next joke and the next one and the next one. 

He has last his way in terms of story telling. I didn't care for one moment for even a single character. Taika failed from the get-go. The prologue should have been longer. Gorr's story needed more depth and the source material provides more than enough. Gorr could have been badder akin to Thanos in Infinity War with what he did in the first few minutes,  Hela when she broke Mjölnir and wiped the floor with Asgard and the Warriors Three. It's a huge missed opportunity with Christian Bale. The same holds true  for other characters as well, particularly Jane Foster. As for Korg, Taika needs to take a back seat and needs to do what he does best which is behind the camera. A short cameo is lovely but he should make the movie less about himself and more about the story he is telling. 

The movie is nothing more that a group of friends sitting around and having a tea table conversation "imagine if we could do this and this and this". The movie reeks of a fan fiction and poor one at that. Taika had too much freedom.  Taika's lack of respect for the character, the genre, the medium translates into a poor parody of a movie. He fails to recreate the delicate balance he had with Ragnarok. Love and Thunder lacks the love it deserved from the creator. 

My suggestion? Wait for it to rollout in DisneyPlus in 45 days. 


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