It’s the rare Marvel movie that barely holds together. Having apparently used up all of his best gags in the last installment, the Kiwi funnyman has this time emerged with a sketchy cartoon diversion that often feels like a wan spoof of its own franchise. This fourth Thor movie is the second to be written and directed by Taika Waititi, but don’t expect more of the inspired buddy comedy of his Thor: Ragnarok. Only during his welcome but incongruous scenes does Love and Thunder ever threaten to accumulate any gravity.
The truth is that Gorr, as presented by Bale’s deliciously committed horror-show performance, might have wandered in from an entirely different movie.
But he’s also acting his method ass off under all that makeup - bringing a blend of sour fury and curdled heartache to what could have been just another stock addition to the Avengers rogues’ gallery. Bale looks fearsome in the role, with his hairless graveyard emaciation and blackened dagger smile. The man who was Christopher Nolan’s Batman has been cast this time as a vengefully vampiric heavy: Gorr, the so-called God Butcher, a disillusioned disciple hell-bent on destroying the deities who ignored his prayers and abandoned his dying family. Every moment Christian Bale is on the screen in Thor: Love and Thunder is manna in the Marvel desert, a gift from the gods of villainous comic book scenery-chewing.
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