When I say I always cry at movies, the emphasis is on 'always'...

It is an indication of how emotionally depleted I am right now that Guardians of the Galaxy made me cry. Most of it was the music, which is cheating. (Tammi Terrell and Marvin Gaye *fuck me up* these days, entirely because of their tragic personal stories and how they intertwine and the contrast between that and the bright, sunny tone of the actual duets. And "Oooh Child" is just unfair.) Some of it, though, was that the thematic material -- such as it was, I mean I am aware of what movie we're talking about here, I haven't *completely* lost it -- was all about coping with loss and grief.

So, the rational part of my brain recognized it as a well-executed, fun, essentially slight summer movie, a fine way to spend two hours in a dark room next to someone I love. We found out that the armrests at the Grand Lake can be raised out of the way like airplane seats. Awesome.