Review: Captain Marvel

I’ve got nothing to prove to you.

One of the primary themes of Captain Marvel is the way Carol a.k.a. Ver’s mentor/boss Yon-Rogg uses misogynistic mind games (and, well, a literally chip in her neck) to perpetually dampen her powers and hold her down.  Once she comes to this realization, she tells him in their final showdown: “You know what?  Fuck off, I don’t need to waste my time trying to prove myself to you anymore.”  I’m paraphrasing this PG-13 movie obviously, but that’s the gist.  And it’s part of the entire point of the movie.  It’s ironic, then, that I’ve spent the past month tracking Captain Marvel‘s box office receipts for the express purpose of proving all the pathetic misogynist trolls – who tried so very hard to tank this movie – that they are wrong stupid impotent garbage boys.  Of course, I want Marvel’s first lady superhero movie to be successful regardless, but my motivations here are probably about equal between the two.

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