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Review: Ant-Man (2015)
Rating: 8.0 of 10
Hank Pym (Michael Douglas), a man with a shrinking technology long hidden from government and SHIELD, recruits newly discharged Scott Lang (Paul Rudd) to obtain his technology from an evil competitor, Darren Cross (Corey Stoll).
A few years ago, the idea of Ant-Man movie--a third tier comic-book superhero with silly powers (he's small and he talks to ants????)--might be novel. Today, superhero movies are a dime in a dozen and Marvel had practically made careers out of lesser superheroes. We know Ant-Man is gonna be, at least, good (yes, I'm a Marvel believer). The question is: How good, and how unique?
Uniqueness is definitely not Ant-Man's problem. Ant-Man's format is decidedly new in the superhero realm--it's a heist movie. In it, Scott Lang had just got out of prison and decided to take on One Last Job (Which is like, every heist movie ever, but that's actually not a bad thing. It's a cliche because it works). It also takes on a wholly different dimension than what we usually see and experience, and there's the fact that Ant-Man literally talks to ants. A lot of the unexpected, subversive, and hilarious moments simply come from the fact that there's this little guy with tremendous power, and there's absolutely no shame to revel in that (while it's still new). Ant-Man definitely do not have a problem setting itself apart from other movies.
But how good was it? Good enough, but not amazing.
Ant-Man had its share of humor, but it actually had less wisecracking than your average Avengers or Iron Man movie. Either that, or half of them didn't stick the landing. Not that being funny is a requirement for a good movie, but I can't help but feel that in an attempt to "toughen up" Paul Rudd's character, practically half of his life got sucked out of him. He's a damn good "subdued" comic actor, but most of the humor was delegated to his friend, Luis (Michael Pena) instead (he was hilarious, actually). I like Paul Rudd enough in this movie and I think he's a great actor and did good job in Ant-Man, but I am tempted to say that he might be miscast. What I'm saying is, while he was good in his role, Paul Rudd did not occupy his superheroic persona as well as Chris Pratt or Chris Evans did theirs.
Another shortcoming might come from a lack of any real villain, and therefore, any real direction. Darren Cross was quite servicable as an evil capitalist/scientist/sheep-killer, but he was Hank Pym's nemesis and not Lang's, so Lang was left without any real direction aside from general heist movie plot. Yellowjacket was great and menacing, but at the end it was too little too late. Excacerbated by thin relationships of fathers and daughters (either Hank with Hope, or Scott with his daughter), TL;DR Ant-Man could not feel like a truly "full" movie. It always felt like half a movie because it failed to focus on either end of the equation (the character-side vs comic-booky villain-side). Basically, Ant-Man was half a movie away from being great and that's a shame, because the rest of the film was fun and competently made.
While Ant-Man--being a heist movie--did not have a lot of action, the ones that were there were truly great. The heists were great too and there were genuinely exciting moments in between. Also, the cameos, the mid and also end credits scenes were hella exciting! Cannot wait for Civil War!
lock, stock, and barrel
summary: your dog locks you out of your car. the locksmith who shows up to let her out? is kinda hot
pairings: scott lang x reader
word count: 1.7k
warnings: you have a big dumbass dog (but a cute dumbass) and your dad is your wingman (and if you dont have a dad im ur dad now have you taken your meds today? wanna go fishing?)
a/n: this is based off of a tiktok i found, which you can watch here (x) nobody requested this but i love scott so much. big love.
A van pulls up to the house, and parks in front of the driveway. It’s repurposed, definitely, with the words “X-Con Security Consultants” lovingly (read: clumsily) painted (read: scrawled) onto the side.
“That’s Hank Pym’s kid,” your father says to your mother, and she scoffs.
“No he’s not, he's the intern boy,” she argues, but you don’t care who’s son he is or if he’s interning. He’s beautiful. He has a wide smile on his face as he makes his way from his sketchy van with a bag of tools in hand.
“Scott!” Your father greets, leaving your mother to grumble amongst herself about the man’s origins.
“Hey! Morning, sir!” Scott calls back, and your father gives him a firm handshake. Your father doesn’t notice the pain in Scott’s eyes when he does this, but you do, and you like him immediately for it.
Your father leads the conversation as he guides him over to your car, you shamefully stand by the passenger side, treats and toys in hand. You come around to greet them both.
“—it’s good for extra cash since our expertise is locks and security,” Scott finishes, and your dad listens with intense curiosity.
“Tell Pym I said hi,” he says, before noticing you.
“Ah, Scott, here’s the culprit,” he says, leading him over to you.
“Technically, Delilah is the culprit, dad,” you complain, and he scoffs a little.
“Who locked her in there?” he says playfully, and you gasp.
“She did!” you say, laughing, and there are smiles all around.
“Hi,” you say, introducing yourself, and Scott holds out a hand for you.
“I’m Scott,” he says, and you notice his hands are firm and soft, “I’m here to save your dog. And also your car.”
You smirk, “Thank you.”
You notice he smiles a lot, which is not something you mind. He places a small work bag down on the ground near your driver’s side. He bends his neck at awkward angles to try and make out where your buttons are through your tinted windows.
“Tell him what happened,” your dad encourages, crossing his arms with an ‘I told you so’ look on his face, though it doesn’t apply to this situation.
“I put her in my car to take her on a ride, and I was walking around the other side to get in, and she hit the lock button,” you say sheepishly, staring at Delilah.
Your father laughs and shakes his head, telling you to call him if you needed anything, returning inside to catch the rest of the baseball game for a team he couldn’t care less about.
“It happens to the best of us. She’s really cute,” he says encouragingly, and you smile, because she’s not the only cute one in your general vicinity.
“Hi Delilah!” He coos, and she barks at him.
“Delilah, no,” your mother scolds, and she stares at you from the passenger seat with her tongue out.
“Well, I see how it is,” he mutters, and you laugh. He looks back at you when you do and you notice the light on his hair and how he squints just a little bit when he smiles. He turns back to your car, and works a car door wedge into the window of the driver’s side door. His focus is intense.
“Where you guys headed?” He asks, budging the wedge in and turning a crank on the side.
“We were just going on a ride. I kinda wanted to take her to get Starbucks, but now I’m not sure she deserves it,” you say, crossing your arms, knowing full well Delilah would get her puppuccino anyway.
“Aw, of course she does,” he says, looking at her panting at him through the glass.
“Isn’t that right, Delilah?” He says. She pays no attention to him. But it’s okay. You’re paying enough attention for the both of you.
“She has beautiful eyes,” he muses, and you hum in agreement.
“You have really nice eyes too,” you compliment accidentally, and you can feel the heat on your face as you try to play it off.
“Thank you,” he says, and you note his smile in the reflection of your car window as he falters with the wedge and the crank.
“Can I get you something to drink?” you say, and he stops.
“Uh, sure,” he says. He kneels down in your driveway to look for something in the small bag of tools he brought with him.
“I think we have coke? And orange juice probably, unless you want like, a water or something,” you say, and he accepts the water offer.
You turn to leave, but your mom is already halfway in the house.
“I can go get it,” your mom says, throwing you a smile over her shoulder.
You’re stuck in an awkward silence for a few minutes as he wiggles and pushes and tinkers with wires through your window. He pulls out a malleable wire and shoves it through the window wedge. You watch him work, with precise hands and concentration plastered on his face. But soon enough, with persistence and skill, Scott unlocks your car from the inside, carefully removes the car door wedge, and subsequently frees your poor pooch from her automated prison.
He opens the door, and Delilah moves to the driver’s side to smell Scott. She jumps out of the car and starts sniffing around him, her leash hanging limply on the ground.
You retrieve it and let Delilah do her thing.
“Thank you so much,” you say, as he crouches down to say hello to your pup.
“Ah, it’s no problem,” he says, and begins speaking to Delilah in a baby voice, “especially when I meet cute puppies like you, yes I do, yes I do!”
Delilah is loving the attention, and she smiles as he pets her behind the ears. You give her butt a few taps and go to speak to Scott again, but your mom returns from the kitchen.
“I cut up some fruit for you guys,” she informs, like you two were best friends having a sleepover. She balances two cold bottles of water, and, sure enough, a plate of fruit she stole from a platter sitting in your fridge.
“Mom,” you whine a little, and your dad follows soon after, in pursuit of the fruit.
“I’m alright, ma’am. Thank you though.”
Your mom yells your dad’s name in the direction of the front door, clearly not seeing him behind her. He steals a chunk of fruit off the platter and complains, “I’m right here, woman,”
“Oh,” she says, laughing in your direction, before she informs him Scott had gotten Delilah out.
“Someone had to,” he grumbles, and he runs back inside to grab his wallet.
You watch as Scott stands and grabs his bag, smiling at Delilah and turning to return the stuff to his van. Delilah decides to follow him.
“Delilah, please,” you beg, and she stops pulling on her leash, sitting like a good girl. You watch as he puts some things in his truck, fiddling with something in there, before you realize you’re staring.
You open your driver’s side door, letting Delilah hop in that way instead, and climb in after her, bumping her off your seat. You stare at her intently. She smiles back, none the wiser.
“You, are going to be the death of me,” you assure her, and you're startled by a knock at your window.
You expect Scott, but it’s your dad. You roll down your window.
“I asked specifically for Scott,” he assures, and smiles at you.
“Dad,” you groan, head thumping your headrest. You sigh.
“Don’t be weird,” you plead, and he scoffs.
“When have I ever been weird?” He asks, followed by, “Don’t answer that.”
You absentmindedly pet Delilah.
“You want his number?” he asks, credit card in hand. You turn in your seat to look at Scott. He’s walking around to the other side of his van for something.
“Not from you!” you muse, and that’s all your dad has to hear, grinning in triumph.
“Dad!” you whisper harshly, “Don’t be weird!”
“I won’t!” he says, mocking your raspy whisper.
You watch in your rear-view mirror as your dad goes up to Scott and hands him his credit card. Some words are exchanged, and then your mother goes up to him too. You decide you can’t watch anymore, and you hide your face in Delilah’s fur.
“Delilah, what are we gonna do?” you say, and her ears perk up, because in her mind, you two are going to Starbucks for puppuccinos.
“Not that, Delilah. Scott is so cute,” you inform her. She already knows, her eyes tell you, and you look back over at them.
Scott is smiling at your car. He sees your face, and he waves, causing your parents to look over at you. You blush, and wave back at him. Your dad sends you a signal, but you don’t know what it means, and your mom’s exaggerated wink is overkill.
You sigh and check your phone. No alerts, alarms, or notifications to take your mind off of the situation.
You hear Scott’s truck start up, and he pulls away as easily as he pulled in, and that’s that. Just another candle in the wind, a cute guy you’d never see again. But apparently, your parents had other plans.
Pulling out of the Starbucks drive-thru, you pull into a parking spot to let Delilah enjoy her cup of whipped cream. You take a sip of your icy beverage, and you hear your phone ding. Checking your notifications, you realize it’s from an unknown number, and your heart jumps thinking who it could be.
Opening your phone, Delilah whines in anticipation for the whipped cream in the Starbucks cup in the holder.
“Hang on, ‘Lilah,” you say and you open your phone to read the message.
did delilah get her puppuccino?
You smile at the text, and move to take a picture while you let Delilah go to town on her treat. Your phone chimes again and you hold the cup with one hand, skillfully checking your messages with the other.
it’s scott by the way. didn’t know if you could tell.
You text back Delilah’s picture. You could tell it was Scott.
“Delilah,” you say, “thank you so much for locking my door. You’re such a good girl,”
She knows. She decides to accept her payment in puppuccinos from now on.
*𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐯𝐨𝐝𝐤𝐚 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐦*
guys, I can't be normal, it was never in the books for me to like something or someone the normal amount - so, death of a unicorn, right😃☝🏽?
(ironically enough given my last post) will poulter's character, shepard?
mm, yea, #needthat♡.
y'all, i'm whippin' up something long and devious, just let mE COOK✋🏽😃✋🏽!!... I swear, i'll deliver, it just takes me a second🥴.