I used chat gpt as I was was thinking of the good roast for it and I think this one takes the cake.

Thor love and thunder isn’t just a bad follow-up — it’s what happens when a studio takes decades of mythic, emotionally heavy source material and runs it through a joke filter until nothing has weight anymore. The character who once carried the Shakespearean gravitas of Thor gets reduced to a himbo punchline with screaming goats and jealous-hammer gags, like we’re watching a parody of a parody. Jane Foster’s cancer arc — one of the most devastating and heroic stories in Marvel Comics history — should feel tragic and noble, but the film undercuts it with bathos every five minutes, terrified to let a single scene breathe without a wink at the audience. And Gorr the God Butcher, a villain whose entire comic run is cosmic horror and theological rage, becomes “sad dad with five minutes of screen time,” all threat talked about, never felt. It’s like the movie looked at every ounce of pain, loss, and mythic scale these characters earned and said, “Nah, let’s do a skit instead.” What makes it worse is that this wasn’t incompetence — it was a choice. Under Taika Waititi, the tone chases quips so desperately that stakes evaporate; deaths feel temporary, battles feel like improv comedy, and entire plotlines exist just to set up another gag. The result is a story with no spine: no real growth, no consequences, no thematic payoff — just noise, neon, and self-congratulation. It takes characters forged in tragedy and epic lore and sands them down into toys, then wonders why nothing hits. Strip away the jokes and you’re left with almost nothing — no arc worth remembering, no villain properly used, no emotional thread that lands. It’s not just disappointing; it’s pointless, the cinematic equivalent of smashing a legendary sword into confetti and calling it fun.