Faster, funnier, and more cunningly confident than “Ant-Man,” the sequel is a swift and delightful comedy of scale, in which Scott Lang (Paul Rudd), that quipster mensch of a convict-turned-superhero, shoots around in his miniaturizing metal suit like the world’s tiniest gadfly, but always has time to deliver a line like “Do you really just put the word ‘quantum’ head ofeverything?” Director Peyton Reed has learned how to operate the heavy machinery of a Marvel movie yet keep it all light and fast and dizzying. And part of the fun is that we don’t have to pretend there’s anything cosmic at stake. Hank Pym (played, once again, with triumphant disgruntlement by Michael Douglas) and his daughter, Hope (Evangeline Lilly), a.k.a. the Wasp, won’t rest until they extract Hank’s wife, Janet van Dyne (Michelle Pfeiffer), from the Quantum Realm, where she’s been miniaturized and living for 30 years. (One hopes that they have Netflix, or at least QVC.) Rudd’s performance has only gained in confidence and wit, and Reed keeps the entire movie – one-liners, Macy’s Parade effects, hand-to-insect-wing combat – spinningly aloft, investing every moment with personality. That’s not quite the same thing as humanity. But it’s enough to qualify as the miniature version.
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