Thunderbolts, about a group of MCU rejects who band together after CIA director Valentina Allegra de Fontaine (Julia Louis-Dreyfus) tries to erase them and their covert program, is both a return to form for Marvel and something a little different. While there’s plenty of franchise building going on, Thunderbolts — the title of which bears an asterisk — is pleasantly stand-alone, and its spurts of spectacle more deftly proceed out of a tenderly told story.
If there’s an influence on Thunderbolts, it’s less A24 than James Gunn. It borrows a little of the misfit irreverence of Guardians of the Galaxy and The Suicide Squad. But Schreier’s film is leaner and less antic than those movies, and it serves as an IMAX-sized platform for the increasingly obvious movie-star talents of Florence Pugh.
In the opening moments of Thunderbolts, Pugh’s Yelena Belova, a veteran of the Soviet assassin Black Widow program, melancholily stands atop a skyscraper. “There’s something wrong with me,” she says. “An emptiness.” She drops, a parachute opens, and her narration continues. “Or maybe I’m just bored.”
It’s a telling opening for a film that wrestles sometimes earnestly, sometimes a little glibly, with malaise and depression. Yelena is searching for meaning in her life, dragged down by guilt and shame from her past, a pain that even her relentlessly chipper father Alexei, the self-proclaimed Red Guardian (David Harbour, magnificent), can’t quell. When Yelena, on a mission, brutalizes a hallway full of armed guards — a shot that, as a critic, I am contractually obligated to note is styled after the famous one from Park Chan-wook’s Oldboy — Schreier films it from overhead in a shadowy ballet.


