Good day, gentle viewers. (Imagine that in your best Andrew-from-Buffy voice, please and thank you.) It’s been a hot minute since we’ve talked about space capes, hasn’t it? That’s not a rhetorical question—I am literally asking how long it has been, because I think about space capes 24/7/365, and sometimes it’s tough to pinpoint exactly when I take that internal monologue external.
Regardless: No talk about space capes is enough talk about space capes. Thankfully, we’ve got the new Thor: Ragnarok TV spot to inject some high-drama celestial goodness in our lives. Specifically, this shot:
SPACE GODDESS CATE BLANCHETT, MURDER MY SOUL AND RAPTURE ME UP TO HEAVEN. Look at that sweet space cape. It's shiny. And of a length that provides enough billow for High Drama without being so long that one trips over it every 2.5 seconds. (Not that I believe Cate Blanchett, space goddess, has ever tripped on an item of clothing. Except maybe on purpose, when she's in a magnanimous mood and wants to do said item of clothing a favor.)
By the by, when I say “space goddess Cate Blanchett,” I am not talking about her Thor: Ragnarok character, Hela, the goddess of death. I am talking about Cate Blanchett, who is literally her own self a space goddess. Objective space truths. It's ironic that she's playing the godddess of death, really, because she is living in this cape.
And she's not alone. Space cape!
(Hulk felt left out.)