Captain Marvel: The Static Avenger
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Amnesiac Captain Marvel shouts a few times that she doesn’t know who she is.
I do. She starts the movie as a feisty badass. She ends the movie as a feisty badass.
This is especially odd, given the screen time and budget allotted to the before picture. Six years after losing her memories, she starts the movie as a space soldier under orders to eliminate her individuality to better serve the cause.
Outside of some throw-away lines, there’s no evidence this is a problem. She fits in. She jokes. She gets along with her commanding officer. She disobeys him without any hesitance or consequences.
On earth, she’s the same person she was in space. Operating without orders isn’t a challenge. For all the discussion of war, the relative peace on earth isn’t discussed. Nothing she learns about her past self — she was a pilot; she had friends — is a surprise.
Discovering she’s been working for space-Nazis is also taken in stride. She casually switches alliances. She tells off her boss. Her totally sufficient powers increase tenfold. It’s a series of payoffs without any set-up.
So the final act is falls flat. But the middle is pretty fun. Half the jokes land. There’s some intriguing brain hacking. Brie Larson, Samuel L. Jackson, Clark Gregg, and Lashana Lynch have great chemistry and give excellent performances. There’s a satisfying mystery around the accident that ended the heroine’s life on earth.
Verdict: Only 20% better than I could write. If you have time to kill, watch it on Netflix.