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The first time Marvel (the studio) seems to care about one of its female characters.
A half-plate of warmed-up leftovers from Ragnarok.
We must protect this miracle at all costs.
Is it a satire if it talks a lot, but doesn’t say much?
Only the beautiful appearance of representation?
A round-up of breakdowns of Wes Anderson’s rich, intricate film.
The show’s true meta is its eerie, impossible, prescience.
This may simply be an excuse for director Martin Scorsese to hang out with his friend and laugh so hard he may burst. And why not?
Proving a standard-Christmas-movie-but-gay can work just fine.
A promising first draft. Of a remake. Of an adaptation.