Chris Pratt channels pre-grumpy Harrison Ford to great effect in a movie that loves mixtapes and 80's nostalgia.
Slightly more heavy handed than I thought it would be and not quite the all singing all dancing blockbuster I was expecting. Although I am still marvelling (#seewhatididthere) at the supporting players Marvel get involved in these movie blocko-de-busters (Glenn Close, John C. Reilly etc.).
Main Takeaway: Chris Pratt can't dance for shit.
