I watched Thor with my son on Father’s Day (we trolled Netflix streaming for choices). Thor (Chris Hemsworth) is cast from the heavens, in part for his hubris and in part due to the machinations of his conniving, “why does Daddy love you more?” brother Loki (Tom Hiddleston). Thor ends up near Area 51 sans power, and while here on earth, gets shamelessly mooned over by Natalie Portman (she’s supposed to be the geeky, withdrawn scientist type – riiiiiiiiight), learns the meaning of humility and heads back to the heavens to settle somie scores and show some sacrifice. I should have seen this before The Avengers for absolute continuity but no matter – neither film suffered for my error. The action sequences are brisk but not so overhwelming as to cause fatigue and there are some good lines. Portman is ridiculous in her portrayal of a women of science made weak in the knees. She positively swoons. Still, It was good, clean, mindless fun.
Of course, Thor has some issues with protocol here on Earth:
I did that last night at dinner with my water but it wasn’t as funny. Father’s Day can only forgive so much.