Ant-Man and The Wasp: Quantumania

The latest in the superhero franchise is not without its pleasures, but is mostly a strange, headache inducing mess.

Jonathan Majors is just outstanding. He's in a different movie, giving a Shakespearean performance in what is otherwise... well, it's Ant-Man.

The more appealing thing about the whole enterprise is the mental image of these former A-listers hanging out between takes, swapping stories of the old days and competing over who least understands the script.

The thrill is gone. The Marvel Universe shoots a blank. A tiny one.

The visuals are so busy, the jokes so tame, the homilies so overfamiliar, the only option is surrendering to the chaos. But those pros Pfeiffer and Douglas up the game with an interstellar Romancing the Stone vibe.

A superhero epic of gargantuan proportions that overwhelms and overstimulates, but still manages to deliver some human emotions despite the CGI circus.

In Quantumania, Newton’s Cassie has so much heart, and it makes it so easy to root for her

It isn’t bad per se, but it feels undercooked. By trying to do too much in one outing, it ultimately ends up doing little at all.

Scott Lang, aka Ant-Man, is no hero.

Not everything about the film works. For the first time in a while this does feel like a lot of set up instead of a satisfying film.