
I finally got to see “Captain Marvel” this week and let me tell you it was worth the wait. It has everything I want from my superhero movies: action, adventure, punching old ladies in the face, and a deeply gay origin stories. Sorry, you didn’t think “Captain Marvel” was gay? Then please explain Carol Danvers.
One, her name is Carol. Harold, that’s the lesbianist of names.
Two, she wears grunge clothes and a ball cap for like half the movie.
Three, her unfazed expression through the other half of the movie.
Four, her mentor is silver fox Annette Benning.
Five, she has a cat/Flerken. (Also, I would take a bullet for that cat/Flerken)
Six, she has a FREAKIN’ WIFE AND DAUGHTER.
Yes, yes, I know we’re supposed to read Maria Rambeau and her daughter Monica as just “very close friends.” But friends don’t stay in the same town, in the same house despite no longer having their cool fighter test pilot job being all single and forlorn for SIX FREAKIN’ YEARS. M’kay.
While I thought the plotting of the film was a little slow (it saved its most effective and impactful narrative points to the very end – plus would it have killed them to show more scenes of Carol and Maria getting their Top Gun on?), it was beyond wonderful to see another hero story that lets the other 51 percent of the population feel super about themselves for a change. Happy Marvel-ous weekend, all.