Oddly lovely in spite of its failed Disney Renaissance ambition. Weird as hell and comfortable in setting, warm and haunted by the past, and also just a whole lot of fun.
Ate Twizzlers and Air Head Xtremes Bites while watching. Saw a lot of indistinct shapes and sounds clustered around the vibrant colorscape of a cameraless paint-bucket bedazzlement. I think John Goodman called a Ninja a 'nonja' but I'm not sure. Truly an achievement in rendering the presence of the lens mute to the point where frames woosh by like cotton candy. The Grand-Prix is Heavenly Art; a stain-glass creativity monument, complete with a Cooties Warning to boot.
Setting: Marvel Board Meeting
Kevin: "And then I said, we already put in 3 end-credits scenes, how about 2 more?!?"
Marvel Exec #2: "You're such a card, Kevin."
Kevin: "These movies don't make themselves!"
Marvel Exec #3: "Well I mean they kinda do. That's why we installed that conveyer belt in northern Idaho and everything."
Kevin: "You got me there!"
*Meeting Room door opens*
Kevin: "Well look who it is, our crazy director intern, come in James."…
Me: Hi, I'd like one ticket for Warcraft please.
Ticket guy: Did you bring your strategy guide?
Me: Wait, what?
Ticket guy: Have you played The Burning Crusade and Wrath of The lich King?
Me: Waitwaitwait...slow down.
Ticket guy: What about Cataclysm, Mists of Pandaria, and Warlords of Draenor?
Me: I don't even know what a Draenor is.
Ticket guy: Are you excited for Legion?
Me: Is that based on the demon movie with Dennis Quaid?
*Ticket guy sighs, rips ticket, and points the way towards the auditorium*
Ticket guy: Good luck.