#honestly he probably gets confused for a female pretty often rip buddy

[comickergirl]

Alright. Let’s give this a shot.

SPOILER-Y DISCUSSION OF CAPTAIN MARVEL, INCOMING:

I figure the best way to do this is chronological; my prior attempts have not been chronological, which might account for their feeling a little...all over the place and unorganized.

This will also be a good test to see how much of the film I remember.

RIGHT THEN: First and foremost, (and we gleaned this from the trailers, obviously) MEMORY-LOSS PLOT. Which is Classic Carol™. She’s lost her memory like. Four times.

(her poor brain D:)

All of this to say: The premise of the movie, a kind of reverse origin story in which Carol figures out who she is, in a very literal but also figurative sense, was a great way to go, IMO.

Love all the moments from Carol’s past. I was admittedly surprised that we didn’t get more of that? But what was there was effective and given the amount of ground the movie had to cover, I think it was sufficient.

So after the dreams** we get the early morning fight with Yon-Rogg (who I was absolutely certain was Yon-Rogg, in spite of all the back and forth speculation and Marvel attempting to ‘hide’ his identity) and there’s exposition, obviously, and the set up of Carol’s struggle with Yon-Rogg’s forced Kree values clashing with Carol’s humanity but MORE importantly...

PHOTON BLASTS.

Love the way they render the energy pulsing just below the surface of her skin. Looks so cool. 

Then: Chit Chat Time with The Great Intelligence!

I thought for sure it was gonna be Helen Cobb.

BOY WAS I MISTAKEN. (More on that in a sec.)

Favorite Visual #1: The slow pan of Starforce and the excellent shot of Carol’s helmet as they swim to shore on Torfa.

The whole rescue mission sequence/Carol’s kidnapping is...Truly a Highlight, in my opinion.

I mean!

She’s running around the enemy ship! Without her boots! Pummeling the Skrulls with unwieldy metal shackles! And growling in their faces!

#BOSSOFSPACE

Also, comic connection alert: Carol was kidnapped and experimented on by the Brood, which resulted in her stint as Binary.

So, back to the movie:

Talos man.

TALOS.

We’ll get to him later.

Okay what month of 1995 does Captain Marvel take place in? Because I was honestly offended that no one, and I mean NO ONE made a Buzz Lightyear joke re: Carol’s outfit and being a member of STARCOMMANDFORCE who checks her wrist communicator to try and make contact.

(Toy Story came out in November so if this takes place in the summer I GUESS I will let it slide.)

But otherwise dug all of the 90s references.

The little Gameboy sound when she calls Yon-Rogg!

(Also, train chase was great but I’m trying to save time though I do feel inclined to mention Kelly Sue DeConnick! Bringing some quality side eye! Very nice.)

Young Fury + Carol = excellent buddy cop combo, 14/10 would take an entire spinoff of their wacky 90s road trip adventures.

‘You look like someone’s disaffected niece’ might be favorite line in the film.

Let’s pause for a moment and appreciate the score, shall we? Pinar Toprak CRUSHES IT; the Captain Marvel theme feels like something out of The Rocketeer but with about 400% more sci-fi synth and I LOVE IT.

**Love the piece of score played when Carol wakes up. (Appropriately titled “Waking Up” I think, on the soundtrack.)

I also like the songs they picked for the movie? This is probably the complaint I’ve seen most often, that they feel obvious and easy, but. I dunno. I was never expecting something like Guardians of the Galaxy? So I wasn’t mad about it. 

(In related news, I’ve been listening to “Connection” on repeat ever since the special look trailer dropped.) 

Anyways.

GOOSE.

GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSE.

MY GOOD FLERKEN GIRL.

(So, yes, breezing past the bar interrogation--though I do like the ghostly images of Carol’s past that crop up--as well as the trip to Pegasus, again in the interest of time.)

(WAIT. NO. THE TAPE JOKE.)

(Okay for real. Moving on.)

So then. THEN.

The Rambeaus. And the feelings.

Unpopular(?) opinion: I love that this big budget action movie focuses on female friendships and platonic relationships instead of romance THERE I SAID IT

ALSO LIEUTENANT TROUBLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I spelled Lieutenant right on the first try. Just sayin’.

But in all seriousness, I love the time we spend in Louisiana. We get a lot of good stuff. Carol getting answers from Maria, Talos arriving with his soda (milkshake?) The standoff with Goose.

(Oh, and how could I forget Maria bidding farewell to the neighbor, shutting the front door as Carol continues to glower???)

‘What’s happening?’ ‘It’s loading.’ XD

Favorite Visual #2 (Chronologically, but actually the one I like best in the movie) The Pysche-Magnitron Light Speed Engine explosion.

(Thank you, Marvel, for changing it to ‘light speed engine,’ which is much easier to spell than Psyche-Magnitron)

But yeah, that was the visual that sold me, in the earliest trailer. I wish I had some profound reason for that, but the truth is I just love blue-glow-y stuff.

BUT ALSO

(And, okay, an additional spoiler- warning because this is a big one. Like. Big.)

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Seriously, go away if you haven’t seen the movie yet.

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MAR-VELL iS A WOMAN

LIKE THIS WHOLE TIME. EVERYONE WAS SO FOCUSED ON JUDE LAW. And then there was that blip, right before the release, when Annette Bening revealed she was the Great Intelligence, again after months of secrecy so we were all like, HA we know the TWIST.

BUT NO. NO WE DID NOT.

Well played, Marvel. Well played.

This was something I was thinking about before the film came out; I just kind of assumed, because of the lack of an apparent ‘Mar-Vell,’ that Carol would be the first and only Captain Marvel in the MCU. And she basically is, b/c we have no indication that Dr. Larson was moonlighting as a superhero, but regardless this is SO COOL. SUCH A GOOD TWIST.

(A quick Google search on how many ‘L’s are in Mar-Vell led to a serendipitous discovery: an article on the gender swap decision, and apparently it came very late in the game. Like. ‘Already looking at guys to play Mar-Vell’ late in the game. *insert themoreyouknow.gif here*) 

Right, okay, back to Feelings:

When Carol’s like: You don’t know who I am! I don’t know who I am!

I was. Emotional.

(Brie Larson is perfectly cast and does a wonderful job.)

Maria’s pep talk? Also caused emotions.

And Maria got to come on the mission! I was pleasantly surprised, and really glad that the visit there wasn’t like. Just a pit stop, you know?

RIP Science Guy, we hardly knew ye.

Again, jumping ahead, but may I just say: It was truly an Experience, watching this movie with folks who had no idea what a ‘Flerken’ was.

Both my friends at the first screening I attended, and then like. Half the theater at the second one. XD

The whole row was like: WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT when the tentacles came out.  

So yeah, Talos and the 180 on the REAL villains: Nice. The enduring complaint leveled at the MCU is a lack of compelling villains. (I guess Talos technically doesn’t count as a villain by the end of this, but. We’re going with it.) And Carol’s commitment to helping the Skrull refugees lifts plot elements from my favorite portion of the DeConnick run, so. YEP. LOVED IT.

(I was also trying to determine if Talos’ daughter was perhaps meant to be like. a Tic expy. Did it say ‘Tic’ on the pinball machine? Or ‘Tig’? Or something else entirely?)

Loved the...mind prison? sequence. All of it. “Come as You Are,” the Great Intelligence rockin’ out in the jacket, Carol’s Big Damn Hero moment. Brilliant. Spectacular. Amazing.

“My name is Carol.” 

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSS

(Or does she say her full name? I can’t remember.)

And then the subsequent fight scene where Carol’s like. Simultaneously kicking butt but also enjoying all this newfound power/strength? A+++++

Favorite Visual #3: Carol sitting on the railing with the lunchbox.

Sad to see Minn-Erva go, but. Was so cool that Maria gets her own hero moment.

And then this big ol’ fight scene where Carol DESTROYS SPACESHIPS WITH HER BARE HANDS. 

Favorite Visual #4: Carol going Binary in the red, blue, and yellow suit with the helmet FLYING THROUGH SPACE, LOVING EVERY MINUTE OF IT.

All of the visuals from this portion are so on point it’s like they’re pulled straight from the comics.

Favorite Visual #5: When Carol’s staring down Ronan and she like. Does that thing, where you hit your palm with your fist? (IDK the technical term there) And there’s this awesome energy burst and AGAIN, BLUE GLOW-Y THINGS. I love.

I’m pretty sure there’s an interview where Brie Larson talked about watching Indiana Jones? And wanting to be the female equivalent of that.

WELL, that’s the movie I immediately thought of when Carol blasted Yon-Rogg into a boulder, mid-goading.

(Y’know, like the scene in Raiders where Harrison Ford was too sick/tired to do the fight choreography, so he just. Shot the bad guy.)

ALSO, when she drags his sorry butt across the desert? I was IMMEDIATELY reminded of Kara dragging Astra into the DEO.

DANVERS GIIIIRRRRRRRRRRLLLLLS

*ahem*

THE FAMILY DINNER AT THE END?????

LITERAL FOUND FAMILY OF ALIENS AND SOLDIERS AND SUPERHEROES JUST. HAVING DINNER. PLAYING UNO. WASHING DISHES AND SINGING "PLEASE MR. POSTMAN”?

Thank you, Marvel, for this beautiful gen fic material.

 WHOOPS I forgot the costume colors bit. (Admittedly confused it with the ending wherein Monica gives Carol her jacket back. Sans ketchup stain.)

So backtracking ever-so-slightly...

Let’s see if I remember this right: We get

Red and gold (Binary send-up, possibly? Or maybe the original Ms. Marvel costume?)

IDK what to call it....Lite-Brite? (♪ makin’ thi-ings with lii-iii-ight ♫) 

Black and Gold (bathing suit costume?)

White and Green (original Mar-Vel/Kree colors) 

That last one’s the only one that’s like. Obvious and deliberate. I’m just guessing with the others.

BUT CLEARLY I am ABSOLUTELY ONTO SOMETHING with the Lite-Brite.

BACK TO THE ENDING Lt. Trouble gives Carol her jacket and that’s my fav look, out of all the costume variations we see in the movie. I mean. I love the black and green, admittedly, and the helmet looks SO GOOD for being something that should be ridiculous, but my go-to answer for superhero costume design is: add a leather jacket.

Favorite Visual #6: Carol in the suit and flight jacket, floating above Earth, ready to go save the day.

AND THEN SHE’S OFF.

Ooooh, ooooooooh, but we can’t forget the scene. The scene that I’m certain ticked off The Continuity Police. (You know the types.)

See, remember when Marvel was like, ‘Carol’s the first Avenger!’ and haters were like, ‘UH HELLO IT’S STEVE????!????’ 

And then Marvel was like, oh ho ho ho, we meant LITERALLY the ENTIRE INITIATIVE IS NAMED AFTER HER CALL SIGN AND SHIELD STARTS LOOKING FOR SUPERHEROES BECAUSE OF HER ERGO SHE IS THE FIRST die mad about it.

That was so very, very satisfying to see.

(Also I guess she’s a literal Captain in the air force? If the rank on the jet is legit. Pretty sure she’s a Major in the comics, though. But I assume this change is to help sell the ‘Captain Marvel’ name.)

And then, friends. And then.

I was fully prepared to leave the theater, uncertain of when we’d next see Carol.

EVEN AS THE MID CREDITS SCENE PLAYED. I was like. ‘Well, they’re gonna cut it off before we can see anythINOHMaNTHERESHEIS!!!!!!’

‘Where’s Fury.’

*insert aesthetically pleasing keyboard smash here*

BRING ON ENDGAME.

And before we wrap up here, one final note:

The Space Stone, sought after by Trickster Gods and Mad Titans alike, was for a brief time, nothing more than a glorified furball.

FIN

(Nope, wait. One little anecdote before we go: of my core group of buddies, I am the Comics Nerd, and thus I am often consulted after we’ve watched a Marvel movie. So I had to explain that YES, Kara Danvers had the last name Danvers first, but she was adopted, and her GIVEN fake name was Linda Lee, so in all fairness, the same-name thing is a little less plagiarize-y, b/c ‘Linda Lee Danvers’ does not necessarily match up as well as ‘Kara Danvers’--which wasn’t even used until really recently--to ‘Carol Danvers’. ...Honestly, I was just really happy they called out the connection MY WORK HAS NOT BEEN IN VAIN XD )

Also, I sometimes get replies on posts like this which is totally fine BUT, I would ask that folks keep really spoiler-y stuff out of ‘em. At least for a little while.

[fracturedmotivationwriting]

we summoned... a pizza delivery guy

Datura looked wistfully at the (rather cute) behind of their new demon friend as he followed after Prometheus and Pollux. The shapeshifting, gender fluid was definitely attractive -- both as a man and a woman. Her musings on what other forms the demon could take were cut short by Grisha's irritating voice. 

"Well, you heard Prom, we have to clean this mess up," Grisha called out to Datura, fixing her with an expectant look. The kind of look that screamed 'I'm in charge, so you do it.' The look that drove Datura crazy. 

Forcing a sickeningly sweet smile upon her face, Datura turned her full attention to the weak warlock. Time to try and feed his ego just enough to distract him. She let out a breathy laugh. 

"Oh, Grish, I would love to stay and help clean all this up, but I can't," she pretended to pout, already gathering her candles into a box. "Besides, since you're such a better cleaner than I am. I mean, if I tried to clean this up, the humans would grow suspicious -- what with remnants of the pentagram, and I'd probably forget a crystal or two. And since you're so much better than me, you could probably clean this place up real quick with a little spell. So I've gotta run, but you have fun!" 

Grisha was about to protest, but Datura was already well on her way out the door. His magic skills weren't enough to stop her, so short of physically restraining her there was nothing he could do. And honestly, given how drained he was from the summoning, Datura could have taken him. (Well, she maybe could have taken him before the spell too). 

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It'd been a long time since Mormo had stepped foot on Earth. Last time he roamed the world, he was assisting other demons in the development of the Black Plague. To say it'd been a while was an understatement. 

And boy, did he miss it. 

Granted, he expected much more fanfare when he returned. He always expected a large coven of the world's most powerful witches, only true followers of Hectate, to be the ones to summon him back. He was a little disappointed with the sight that befell him when he stepped out of the fire and brimstone. 

Four measly little witches. Still in their twenties. Practically babies compared to the high priestesses he used to surround himself with. Not only that, but they couldn't have even been that powerful. One of them fell to his knees. And not in reverence and admiration to the great demon before him! He was simply that weak of a warlock. 

Mormo was almost offended. 

He rationalized that his restraints in Hell must have grown weakened over the many, many years. Other witches had surely tried to summon him, loosening the chains so-to-speak for the children who had broken the last link. 

At least they were attractive. And much more open about their sexuality. 

"So, thanks for pulling me out of hell and all that," Mormo murmured, sidling up closer to the young female he presumed to be the high priestess. She was the one giving orders back there, anyway. 

He noticed her boyfriend's grip on her hand tightened as he got closer. 

"I don't want to sound ungrateful or anything," he continued, flashing a charming grin at the girl, Prometheus. "But, uh, why exactly did your little coven summon me?" 

Prom smirked back at him. Mormo could see the balance of chaos and genius in her eyes. A dangerous combination, especially in such a young witch. A combination that (excuse the pun) brewed reckless ambition, which always inevitably led to tragedy. Mormo didn't know what she had planned, but he was already excited to see the destruction and downfall that would come with it. 

"We'll discuss that later," she assured him, as the trio entered an apartment. "But first, we need to clarify a few things." 

Mormo raised an eyebrow in question. 

"Your story," Pollux piped up, earning a confused look from the demon. 

"You all summoned me and you don't know my story?" Mormo was definitely offended now. Were these kids even trying to summon him? Or just any old demon? 

"Your fake story to tell the humans," Prom clarified. This earned even more confusion. 

"Until we can use your powers for Prom's plan, we need to keep you with us. Unfortuantely, that means you're going to be staying with us at our apartment. You're also going to have to blend in with the other college students." 

Mormo was starting to regret leaving hell. 

"You're going to need a more... human name? Mormo is nice and all, but it would raise too many questions. Obviously, we're going to tell everyone you're a transfer student, but we need to figure out what your backstory is. Where did you come from? Why move here? What's your major? How do Pol and I know you?" Prom continued off her boyfriend's explanation. 

"Woah, woah, woah. Wait!" Mormo interjected, holding his hands up. "I have to actually go to school? You summoned me out of hell, and now you want me to attend college classes with you? Do you realize how old I am? I've learned everything I need to learn. Sitting at a desk with a bunch of humans while some geezer drones on about physics isn't really my cup of tea." 

"So not a physics major," Pollux replied, a smirk gracing his features. If Mormo didn't find the warlock's sass so hot he probably would have burned him alive. 

"You're also going to need a job," Prom added, a hint of laughter in her voice. "So you can help with the rent." 

"YOU summoned ME and now I have to pay rent?" Mormo shouted incredulously. "I didn't even ask for this!" 

"Quiet down! Our neighbors are humans and don't need to know we summoned a demon," Pollux snapped, his voice reaching a much lower timbre than Mormo thought possible for a man of his physique. Again, really hot. Then again, Prom was also really hot. Maybe it'd just been a while since Mormo had been with someone... 

"Excuse me, but you've ripped me from a comfortable living situation and are now telling me I have to go to school, get a job, and pay rent. I'm allowed to be upset," Mormo insisted, crossing his arms. 

"Comfortable living situation?" Prom asked, raising her eyebrow. She called bullshit. 

"Hells not that bad," Mormo shrugged. "Sure, the whining of the damned can get pretty annoying. And there are more rules about what you can do and who you can eat than you'd think. And you don't get the simple pleasures of Earth to enjoy like alcohol... Okay, fine it wasn't great." 

"So, you should be more grateful to us for pulling you out of there," Prom advised, a joking pout on her lips. Mormo wanted to either smack that pout off or kiss it. He wasn't sure which. 

But he also knew he needed to comply with these witches. As much as he hated it, they had summoned him for a reason. And for some crazy reason, demons had to repay their debts to witches who summoned them out of hell. 

At least this was guaranteed to be fun if the devious look in Prom's eye had anything to say. 

"Fine. I'll go by Ambrose," Mormo conceded. "An old warlock buddy named Ambrose had helped me back in the day securing children for dinner. I kinda got him killed by his wife -- long story. Taking his name is the least I can do." 

"Alright, now we just need to figure out the rest of your story," Prom grinned, that devilish look in her eye again. “You could be a pizza delivery guy.” 

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After summoning a demon, Datura headed straight to the art studio on campus. She had a piece to finish for class, and since Prom had already forced her away, she figured she might as well go finish it. Now it was seven in the morning, and Datura decided she needed some rest before going to class, so she headed back to her apartment. Struggling to carry her box of candles up the stairs and fish her keys out of her purse, Datura almost missed the flash of red hair above her. She almost jumped though at the voice a few steps above her. 

"Do you need help with that, Datura?" 

Datura looked up, smiling graciously at Fiona. She was one of the humans who lived across from her. Datura got along swimmingly with all her neighbors, but she and Fiona had only shared a few conversations in the hallway. Datura knew the redhead had a class with Prom and had shown interest in their little "friend group" (coven), but Datura had tried to keep herself from getting too close to her. Datura was known around campus for her eccentricities. Her "party tricks" were wildly known, and students often found her at social gatherings to get their tarot cards read, palms read, or other such things. To most humans, it was all just a gimmick of a kooky girl. But that's cause no one tried to look closer. Fiona seemed to be the nosy type. And Datura was not going to be the reason was discovered by humans and hunted down, despite what Grisha had accused and warned her of. 

But Datura also really needed some help getting into her apartment.

"Oh, could you just unlock my door for me please?" Datura requested, handing her purse to the other girl. "The keys are somewhere in there." 

Fiona dug through Datura's purse, pushing past the deck of tarot cards, a few crystals, and what appeared to be a small, homemade cloth doll, to find the keys in question. Unlocking the door, Fiona waited as the other girl pushed into the apartment and set the box of candles on the floor. 

"Thanks, Fiona, you're a doll," Datura cooed, taking her keys back and hanging them by the door. 

"Not a problem. What's with all the candles, though?" she smiled innocently enough, curiosity getting the best of her. 

"Oh, nothing," Datura waved it off. "Just had a little get together with some friends. Candles were... for the mood." 

"Prom and Pollux?" Fiona guessed, having seen Datura with the couple in question. There was often a fourth with them, but Fiona hadn't learned his name. He seemed a little cold to other people. 

"Yeah, Prom had us help her summon-" 

Datura nearly screamed at herself. While she was a talkative person, she had never effed up this badly. Almost blatantly admitting to the activities of the coven? Datura had never been so reckless. But she hadn't gotten much sleep the night before, working on an art piece for a class, and then Prom had forced them all out of bed at an ungodly hour, and now she just wanted nothing more than to curl up in her bed and snooze before her first class. 

"A pizza delivery guy," she finished, cringing internally at her cover. 

"You summoned a pizza delivery guy?" Fiona asked, skepticism written all over her. 

"Yeah," Datura nodded. "Prom called us over to hang out. And then she wanted pizza. So we summoned some by calling the store and ordering some pizzas." 

Fiona nodded, still clearly not believing a word Datura was saying. Anyone else, and Datura may have been able to get away with this. She was just "quirky" enough in people's eyes to get away with saying she "summoned" a pizza delivery guy when she meant she ordered pizza. But Fiona was nosy and suspicious of Datura, to begin with. So this wasn't going well. 

"Well, I really gotta go take a nap," Datura laughed, offering Fiona a wide smile. "Thanks for the help! Have a great day!" 

And with that, she slammed the door in the nosy human's face, praying to Satan that this wouldn't bite her in the ass later.