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Aug
IF THERE’S ONE truism in comic-e book moviemaking, it’s that large superhero group-united states of americaare nearly continually certain-fire hits. (And then there is *Fantastic Four; *there are a few matters reshoots and wigs simply can’t cover up.) What’s less genuine is that superhero team-up sequels could have the equal appropriate fortune. All the proper substances may be there—suitable forged, identical director, bomb-ass CGI—and for whatever cause, the film just doesn’t ascend as high as its predecessor. Such is the case with Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2. Like any right mixtape, James Gunn serves up a constant vibe, and…
