My sister* asked my opinion of Thor.
Because she asked the question snuggled safely in the chiseled arms of the godlike physique that is her Kiwi man, within the floating spires and ancient structures of his New Zealand homeland, I saw the question a few minutes after springing from bed, 6 in the morning style.
I have not yet seen the film, as I don’t hang with those midnight showings due to being an aged man. However, since this is my eponymous movie**, at least until someone releases an awesome action film about Set, I’m going to go ahead and lay down my review now. Note that since this was originally posted on facebook, it makes one key assumption that probably isn’t accurate for the readership of this here blog.
Again, haven’t seen the movie yet.
I WILL see the movie.
And then perhaps lay down an additional review.
But until then, here’s this one:
It’s awesome to watch Thor be Thor, and the Marvel take on Asgard is something you get used to very quickly (quicker still if you’ve read Earth X and its sequels). Frost Giants being pulped is also super satisfying. However, the romance elements fall a bit flat, and as much as I adore Ms. Portman for her poise, beauty, and willingness to shoot things (see Your Highness—which I actually haven’t), hers is the kind of character I always feel is in these movies out of some trite habituation that’s wholly unusual. It’s actually worse for Thor, though, given that the last comic series I followed with the character was focused on his desperate attempts to recover Sif’s soul, cruelly locked away by Loki in the body of a coma patient.
Overall, you should see Thor if you saw Iron Man and its sequel (I done know you ain’t seen The Incredible Hulk, but you SHOULD). You’ll be glad you did when The Avengers roll around. Much like Marvel action figures of late, each movie has been released with a tiny piece of that final film already in place, and when the time comes you’re going to want to have uncovered every one of those limbs so you can join them into a world-smashing superhero extravaganza.
*I have many sisters, though my parents are still married, were never married to other people, and my mother has never produced a girl child. They’ve also never adopted. I’m the oldest of my generation, but one of my sisters is older than me.
**I mean, I’m not named Thor. ‘Cause, you know, how ridiculous.
Understand, though, that I was very close to being named Thor. My grandfather pushed hard for it. My grandfather is a now-retired traveling minister (and welding man, and counselor, and builder of rammed-earth houses) whose door-knocker is the hammer Mjolnir and Jormungandr.
This means that I traded one Storm God for another, though the hilarious tales of divine vengeance remain about the same.