Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3 is an ode to the places we’ve been, the people we’ve become because (and despite) of it, and the questions we’ll have to ask ourselves about where we go next; a fitting concluding chapter to the trilogy and the rare MCU film with a sense of finality.
By centering a large part of Guardians of the Galaxy: Volume 3 around the fight to save just one person, however, Gunn has crafted an MCU film that feels more persuasively urgent than ever.
If the first movie was about a young boy afraid of death reaching out to grab it with both hands by the end, Volume 3 is about the friends of a racoon, who’s only ever known death, racing to keep him from it a little while longer.
Guardians is messy, but it’s also the most meaningful MCU film in a while. Even as it’s deepening the lore of its titular group, it thankfully doesn’t attempt to broaden its connections to the larger universe, making for a relatively self-contained movie