Fenris. That’s why I’m reviewing this movie here and not at our sister site, topcomics.com. (I do comment over there on the racist controversy involving the casting of a black woman as the Valkyrie, however, and how a few vocal racists were predicting the movie would bomb. Hint: It didn’t. And that is a massive understatement.) Fenris, or Fenrir, in Norse mythology, is the monstrous wolf destined to kill Odin at Ragnarok. Also, Fenris is Loki’s son. (I’m not sure how that’s supposed to work.) In the movie, Fenris is Hela’s pet, a gigantic black wolf that is of no relation to Loki (at least no relation that is mentioned) and Odin is already dead by the time Hela resurrects Fenris from where it sleeps with the Asgardian zombies beneath Asgard. Got it? Good. Because Fenris is not killed by the god Vidar, as is foretold in the Norwegian eddas. There is no god Vidar. Instead, Fenris finds that it has bitten off more than it can chew when it tries to eat the Hulk. The fight is a true sight to behold, best experienced on the big screen.
THOR RAGNAROK just might be the best Marvel Studios movie yet. It’s a complete blast. Chris Hemsworth gets to flex his comedic muscles, which are considerable. Tom Hiddleston’s Loki is as slimy and loveable as ever. Cate Blanchett is incredible, as always, and looks hela-hot in the role of the villainess. Karl Urban, Idris Elba, Jeff Goldblum, and Tessa Thompson (who is FAH-bulous as Valkyrie, thank you very much) round out the cast and deliver strong performances. And then there’s Surtur. And the Celestial. But I’m not supposed to talk about the Celestial, am I?
Oops. Spoiler warning.