Time Out says
Norse beefcake Thor is back for an intergalactic team-up with Hulk in a riotous, screwball threequel
If you’ve been waiting for a superhero movie with the line, "Guys, we’re coming up on the Devil’s Anus", we have very good news: Marvel’s Thor: Ragnarok is that movie. Irreverent, helter-skelter, more colourful than an Oompa Loompa’s cheese dream and just a little off its Ragnarocker (in the best way), it has all the hallmarks of a franchise confident enough to throw the ball to the most singular filmmakers and let them run with it.
Take a bow, then, director Taika Waititi. The New Zealander’s offbeat comic sensibility has somehow parlayed straight from indie gems like What We Do in the Shadows and Hunt for the Wilderpeople and on to a canvas a hundred times bigger. There are jokes galore, a headily ’80s vibe, one A-list cameo for the ages and a scene-stealing rock monster called Korg (mo-capped by Waititi himself, presumably on his day off). To crank up the giddiness levels even further, Jeff Goldblum pitches up as the hedonist Grandmaster, a kind of intergalactic Peter Stringfellow who presides over a gladiatorial arena on the glitz-sheened junk planet of Sakaar.
The story picks up two years after the events of Age of Ultron with a lost and hammerless Thor (Chris Hemsworth, showing off his comedy chops) washing up on Sakaar, where the now perma-furious Hulk (Mark Ruffalo) is a gladiatorial hero. But it’s the Grandmaster’s unwitting match-up of the Avengers’ two waifs and strays that really stirs the plot. The pair are pitched first into screen-juddering combat, and then some tentative male bonding. There’s a lovely recurring gag about whether Thor prefers Hulk or his brainy alter ego Bruce Banner as this unusually bruising bromance takes shape. Somewhere amid the buddy-movie mayhem, and male insecurity, there’s also an Asgardian apocalypse – the titular Ragnarok – to avert and Thor’s evil big sis Hela (Cate Blanchett, all hammy hauteur) to thwart. Tom Hiddleston’s fan favourite Loki is also back to add slippery charisma.
If Ragnarok is the funniest Marvel movie to date – pipping Guardians of the Galaxy and Iron Man 3 – it’s not without frustrations. The standard third act CG-fest feels leaden after the zip of what’s come before, it’s overlong and there’s arguably one too many super-powered MacGuffins (we’d have lost the Flame of Thingymajiggy). But they’re minor grumbles: in a world of portentous blockbusters getting ever darker, it’s a joy to see one throwing on the disco lights.
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