Mr. Nolan, is that a gauntlet on the floor? Brother, I am more giddy
than my giddy aunt. I saw the midnight showing of the AVENGERS last
night and, at the end, my face hurt from grinning so big. I am so wired I
can't form a coherent thought, and so here, instead, is a salvo of
stream-of-consciousness impressions, in whatever order.
Mark
Ruffalo is simply terrific as the Hulk's alter (and calmer) ego. I
actually prefer his interpretation of Dr. Banner over Bana's and
Norton's. Ruffalo steers away from the deadening angst that made me
fidget in earlier Hulk pictures. He finds a balance. This Banner
exhibits a dry sense of humor but exudes this quirky, low simmer
edginess. And I love Ruffalo's interactions with Downey, Jr., two
swaggerful eggheads matching their test tubes against each other and
applying big words. I like that there's respect between their two
characters. There's an intriguing twist involving Banner's relationship
with the Hulk, of which I won't say more. The Hulk - and this seems to
be a unanimous impression - hijacks the movie.
Comic book geeks
like me have recently been dogging Marvel's latest company crossover
event, AVENGERS VS. X-MEN. And, yet, this film demonstrates that,
sometimes, there's nothing more exhilarating than eyeballing an epic
hero vs. hero scrap. Mjolnir, meet the Hulk's face. Have you ever
wondered what happens should Thor's enchanted hammer go up against
Captain America's indestructible shield?
The plot revolves around
the far-ranging machinations of Loki, Asgardian god of mischief. Those
who've read the AVENGERS' origin in the comic books should note a
smidgen of familiarity, but only a smidgen. The Tesseract artifact plays
a part. The bad guys Loki recruits as an invasion force aren't Skrulls.
Not exactly. Certainly they pose an extinction level threat, alarming
enough that some assembly becomes required.
Captain America is
well utilized here, although I'm hating his awkward modern-day costume. I
vastly prefered his more practical WWII outfit.
You and me,
let's kowtow to Joss Whedon. His storytelling has big scope; it has
grandeur. He orchestrates a sprawling, high-profiled cast and just about
gets away with not slighting anyone. He does rely some on your
familiarity with the character development sunk into the prior films. He
manages to tie in various plot threads from previous Marvel pictures.
Although Stark, Cap, and Banner get the lion's share of the spotlight,
Whedon devotes time and space to side characters like the slinky but
lethal spy, the Black Widow, and the likable, unobstrusive Agent
Coulson. If you assume the Black Widow's defining action moment surfaces
in that early interrogation scene, you'd be all kinds of not right.
Scarlett Johansson ticks off Whedon's Buffy box, not only in things
assskickery but also in terms of strong character beats (the Widow's
dialogue with Loki happens to be an acting showcase). She's so much more
here than when she was showcased in IRON MAN 2. But if I could pick out
two people who may have been underused, they would have to be Maria
Hill and Hawkeye. I do feel that Cobie Smulders was wasted.
I love that, like in the comics, Thor never gives up on his half-brother.
The
first half hour is essentially a slow burn set-up that may or may not
keep you engaged. And at times Whedon does sacrifice narrative for those
wild action sequences, and that's okay, because Whedon treats us to a
series of marvelous cape-on-cape violence (in true Marvel fashion, these
heroes harbor instant grudges against each other). But all those
violent "misunderstandings" merely whet your appetite. Joss doesn't
disappoint. The extended climactic combat sequence - as the Avengers
hold the line against a horde of grotesque invaders from deep space - is
off the charts and immensely gratifying. I'm reminded of the 1990s
X-Men cartoon in which the camera would often track the X-Men in
frenzied action, as they hurtle in and out of the picture, occasionally
mingling with each other only to break off again into individual
skirmishes. I was mesmerized by Whedon's sweeping, organic approach to
the battle scenes.
No surprise, there are heaps of whip smart
one-liners, plenty of them generated by a smirky Robert Downey, Jr. -
and yet even Chris Hemsworth's regal thunder god elicits chuckles. No
contest, though, the brutalizing Hulk - rendered to savage life in
astonishing CG - captures two of the film's biggest laughs.
For
pure escapism and sheer fanfare and fan service beyond expectation, THE
AVENGERS is the best superhero movie I have ever seen. I have to see it
again. But you, you make sure to stick around for the embedded scene
during the post-credits and then for the post-credit scene. You may wet
your pants.
Hours and hours later, I'm still big grinning. Joss Whedon actually pulled it off.
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