“Ant-Man and the Wasp” movie review.
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The unlimited breadsticks approach of the Marvel Cinematic Universe ensures that we remain full of carbs, all year, as each franchise rolls out another metaphorical Olive Garden. Some of the movies offer veritable superhero conventions — most recently the ensemble blowout “Avengers: Infinity War,” which managed to make $2.3 billion worldwide without any interesting action sequences, mainly on the strength of that ridiculously dire cliffhanger ending setting up a big fat profitable do-over coming next spring.
But other Marvel breadstick platters are a little lighter, a little less apocalyptically threatening, such as “Ant-Man” (2015) and the new “Ant-Man and the Wasp.” I’m fond of these movies. They’re more my speed. It wouldn’t be Marvel without an action climax twice as long as it is compelling, but returning director Peyton Reed is a nimble, clever company man, not a miracle worker.
The sheer volume of Marvel movies has a way of wiping your memory clean, so that you forget how pretty good (and better than that, on the high end) many of these have been. Marvel studio head Kevin Feige has figured out how to let each franchise take its own shape and establish its own tones within a prescribed scale.
The tone of “Ant-Man and the Wasp” is in the title; nobody’s threatening a war without end here. The screenplay continues the story of genial ex-con Scott Lang (Paul Rudd, also one of five credited writers), who stumbled onto the subatomic-particle spandex invented by former S.H.I.E.L.D. agent Hank Pym (Michael Douglas). For 30 long years, Hank’s wife and partner, Janet (Michelle Pfeiffer), has been lost in the quantum realm, which resembles a polyp-ridden aquarium; daughter Hope (Evangeline Lilly) yearns for her, as does Hank. They have the technology, i.e., the wasp get-up originally worn by Janet. Now it’s Hope’s turn to try it on and, like Lang/Ant-Man, radically shift her size and dazzle her enemies with the click of a remote and a kick to the head.
Hank builds a tunnel for quantum realm spousal extraction, and Scott/AntMan’s the man for the plan. Meantime, though, he has child care responsibilities. Abby Ryder Fortson returns as young Cassie; Judy Greer is back as her mom, Scott’s ex; Bobby Cannavale again provides unexpected sweetness as Cassie’s stepdad. Everybody gets along, which is nice to see in a movie like this. Any movie, really.
Scott has three days to go on a house arrest stint for world-saving activities depicted, briefly, in “Captain America: Civil War.” But the Pymfolk need him, stat. Various adversaries covet the schmantzy ant and wasp suit technology for their own interests.
Director Reed looks for the buoyant details and witty asides in almost every scene. The script provides plenty. “Do you guys just put ‘quantum’ in front of everything?” Scott says, interrupting another realm of scientific hooey. Rudd is such a friendly, likable presence; he sets this movie’s pace, while Lilly’s fiercely committed Hope/Wasp acts as the perfect counterweight. Michael Phillips is a Tribune critic.