At the risk of alienating all you Marvel Comics/Superhero fans out there, I have to be honest, The Avengers just didn’t do it for me. As the highest-grossing movie of all time (surpassing the $1 billion mark world-wide in a mere three weeks), I figured there had to be a little something in it for everyone for it to be so hugely popular. But if that’s the case, then I guess I’m not everyone. No, Superhero flicks are not generally my genre of choice, but I have on occasion enjoyed them (The Dark Knight, Iron Man 1, the original Superman, to name a few). So with all of the hullabaloo surrounding this box-office blockbuster, I really expected to be wowed.
On the contrary, I was actually bored. I was uninterested. I didn’t really care about anyone or anything. The stakes weren’t great enough ~ or at least not intriguing enough ~ for me to even really be invested in who “won” or who didn’t. I found it trite. And loud. And silly…unfortunately, not in an enjoyable, entertaining way, even when it was tongue-in-cheek silly. Nor was it nearly as funny as I expected it to be, especially in the hands of the ordinarily witty Joss Whedon, whom I genuinely like and respect. As the director and co-screenwriter, he’s one of the reasons I wanted to see this movie. Sure, there were a few chuckles, but not nearly as many as I’d hoped for in the hands of Whedon. Mostly, I just wanted it to be over. (And for the guy incessantly fiddling with his loud candy wrapper to be taken out by one of the Avengers ~ now that I could have gotten behind.)
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