an emotionless void of digital sludge

Alongside the Iron Man trilogy and what we’re presumably now calling late-period Thor, the first two standalone Ant-Man adventures always felt like Marvel at its glossiest and perkiest. Why? Nothing to do with their storylines or effects: it all came down to them having been carefully tuned to the particular talents of their lead. Just as Robert Downey Jr had his motor-mouthing suavity and Chris Hemsworth his beefy comic chops, Paul Rudd was the stumbling, affable, everyman Avenger: the little chap who would rise to the moment, or more often shrink to it, in times of need. Anyway, that time-honoured strategy…

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