Against my better judgement, I spent money today to see the movie Guardians of the Galaxy. And, well . . . my reaction should surprise no one. The film is a paper cutout of cliche heaped upon cliche, wrapped in a cliche, acted out by cliches and served on a cliche platter at the Diner, Cliche Manufique. The film is a masterpiece of stock set-design, stock extras standing in stock positions on filthy stock dystopian starships, prisons and huge city concrete motifs, filmed with stock camera angles showing stock pyrotechnics spaced apart by stopwatches, to make possible the stock speeches, stock twists, stock conflicts and stock hand waves for moments of stock impossibility.
I don't see any reason in saying any more. IF you've never watched a film before, or IF you have the memory of a goldfish, or IF explosive orange combustibles and camera filters changing the color of blue water to yellow mollifies you with its shininess, then there's nothing I can say on any level that will make the least bit of sense to you.
Having wandered at bit to see what IMDb is saying, or the various critics and the responses to those critics, the defense of the film is invariably that it is a big, dumb, fun film. Dumb. The film is 'dumb' and this word is used specifically in defense of the film. To state clearly and in direct English that 'dumb' is a good thing. I want to emphasize that. Dumb is a good thing. I have to keep writing that down because I am somewhat mystified by the dissonance of that particular argument.
Yes. Dumb things are good. For, indicatively, dumb people. The proof of dumbness is right there in the defense of it.
The plan to degrade the educational system to the level where the population becomes so stupid that it will willingly defend fervently a film put together by committee, complete with Event #112 perfectly timed to occur on the third line from the bottom of Script Page #51 on the basis of the script's cheery and happy dumbness, is working.
It is working in spades.