Ragtag bands of losers (uh I mean people who have lost stuff) forming families is one of my favorite kinds of story. The running theme of “I didn’t ask to be made” (especially with Rocket and Gamora), the soundtrack which (like most of the movie) made fun…
By embracing the corny instead of keeping an ironic distance, Guardians winds up being able to work on a few levels at once: funny and sad, superheroic and self-mocking. And Gunn seems to be making the case for cheese as a valid aesthetic, not just something that has to be deracinated and reimagined endlessly to be acceptable to “sophisticated” audiences.
We don’t have to be self-hating cheeseballs. We can hoist our lighters and feel the luv.
I’ve said it before and I’ve said it again: LONG LIVE SINCERITY. In all its forms - including, in this case, space-opera-adventure-cheese.