As predicted, Thor was fucking sick.
Really really really sick. So sick, in fact, that I think I may have enjoyed it more than the first Iron Man, which was clearly awesome, so that's saying a lot.
Newcomer Chris Hemsworth was pretty good with the dramatic, old english type-o-dialogue and ended up having some pretty good comedic timing. Plus he really kicked some serious ass throughout the entire film. Oh, and the fucking hammer is sweet. I was wondering how a hammer would make a sick hero-movie-weapon choice, but they really pulled it off.
And then, there was Portman. God damn, she was seriously almost too beautiful to look at during the movie. There's one scene when the suns in her face and her eyes turn, like, I don't even know what the fuck color to describe it as, but she's just fucking unreal hot and a sick actress, so mazel tov to you natalie.
Really though, besides the good performances, Kenneth Branagh deserves most of the credit. It was very apparent to me that it was his vision through and through. I thought that while it was very back-story heavy, that it worked well, even if they did play on the whole, fish-out-of-water theme a little too much. For those of you who don't know who he is, he was Gildery Lockhart in the second Harry Potter movie.
There was one thing that bothered me though; Thor and Jane Foster meet and know each other for a day, and then their in love. Maybe the Norse move quicker then we humans? Je no se qua.
Go see Thor a.s.a.p, and then patiently await "The Avenegers" which if it sucks, I might just shoot my dick off. I have complete faith that all appendages of mine will remain connected after seeing Thor. Plus, Captain America trailer looks SICK too, but you never know. Here's hoping it's the bomb dot com.
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