Groot is a man of few words. A few as in literally only three – “I am Groot.”
He is though, in his defence.
Also, he might be a tree, rather than a man.
In any case, despite his occupation as enforcer to Rocket Racoon’s machine gun mouth, Groot appears to be the soul of the group, an affable plant monster largely at peace with his every circumstance.
It stands to Marvel Studios that in a film of talking racoons, green skinned assassins, warlords with magic hammers and interstellar flight that they still managed to make Groot, the barely talking tree man warrior thing, as gloriously bonkers as he deserves.
Three words might seem a little limiting, but with the quality, and general sanity level, of the comedy elsewhere, we reckon Groot will fit right in! Guardians of the Galaxy will happen to our collective faces on August 1st.