This movie is a prime example of why I see films in the middle of the day on Fridays… so that when I ugly cry for 45 minutes straight, no one else sees it.
I had to look both ways down the aisle to make sure what few people were in the theater with me weren’t within eyeshot of the snot careening down my face.
Whew. What a way to end a trilogy and reveal that the entire thing was about Rocket finding and accepting himself. Bravo, Gunn.
