After the epic universe spanning Avengers: Infinity War, here’s something a little smaller in scale. Well a whole lot smaller, really. In fact, so small, it’s on the other end of the spectrum, you have to really squint to see it. Like trying to pick out an ant wandering through an overgrown field. Either that, or I just forgot to wear my glasses when I went to see Ant-Man and the Wasp. (I didn’t, I’m just being… you got it)
Ant-Man turned out pretty well though, didn’t it? Despite the Cornetto lover Edgar Wright leaving the project, the movie still turned out to be a little more interesting than the usual Marvel-verse fare, with kooky humour helping the viewers through to the credits, or even post-credits, perhaps even the post-post-credits. The heist finale certainly had more of a punch than the usual big bombastic blurry battles, showing that size doesn’t necessarily matter. Though of course with the sequel, Ant-Man and the Wasp, it’s go big or go home. And I kinda wish I did the latter.
Buildings are shrunk to the size of suitcases, Pez dispensers are blown up into six foot obstacles, and as everything keeps changing sizes, there’s a whole lot of quantum science going on as Ant-Man tries to assist The Wasp in finding her mother trapped in something quantum, and stop a flickering experimental quantum screw-up from stopping them. It would be interesting if all the jokes weren’t repeats from before, with added quantum and bombastic set pieces which amount to nothing much at all. No matter how tall.