I know I'm hyper-critical, but there are some things that I cannot suspend belief for.
For Ant Man, I was willing to accept that he could shrink. I was willing to accept that he gained strength in inverse proportion to his size.
You kind of have to give movies like this that much, since you know it going in and that's what makes it fun - physics be damned!
But what I couldn't get over . . . what I just couldn't suspend belief about . . . was when he first shrinks down, in the scuzzy apartment that he's crashed in, in the most sketchy, low-rent "bad" part of town - that he falls through cracks in the floor into a SUPER HOT NIGHTCLUB with knockout, ab-fab rich girls. WTF? Some underground nightclub and DJ party?
And then he falls through cracks in that, and ends up in like four other totally unrelated scenarios.
Where is this magical building that is residential/condemned on one floor, upscale club on another floor, commercial welder on another floor and so on.
Just had to turn it off at that point. Obviously there was no one actually tasked with trying to make the script sensical.
