I interrupt my regular poetic programming to squee over the latest installment of the Marvel Cinematic Universe. It may include logic flow issues, typos, and swearing in a positive light. Reader discretion is advised.
“Avengers: Age of Ultron” came out in the Philippines last week, and it was a thing of freaking beauty.
Sure, reactions were somewhat mixed—in my (thankfully spoiler-free) Facebook timeline, I saw people thanking Joss Whedon for the movie while others noted that the film would have been much better if a good 90 minutes had been removed from it. You guys know who you are. Before I got to watch it with the significant other that Saturday, this worried me.
Of course, it didn’t worry me enough to NOT want to see it on IMAX.
Because come on, people; it’s THE AVENGERS. We’ve been seeing them for more than half a decade, and they’re almost like family to us by now.
And I have to say: I’m happy to report that it was NOT as disappointing as I thought it would be, given the initial apparently underwhelming response. In fact, I’ll be counting myself among the folks who thank Whedon for this. It was beautiful. It was glorious. It made me happy to be alive and totally capable of dropping about 400 Pinoy bucks to watch a movie focused on a semi-ragtag team of superhumans (plus one regular-ish human) fighting a self-aware robot.
Maybe it’s because I’m not a hardcore Marvel comics fan. Maybe it’s because I regard the MCU as an entity of its own. Maybe it’s because I’m just a big fan of solid storycraft.
Or maybe it’s because I feel like this movie is about legacies, and I totally dig that.