1) Movies where the MacGuffin is a small, blue glowing cube of limitless energy sound very familiar. Also, blockbuster films have long relied upon military hardware and lots of soldiers running around to provide summertime oomph. The Avengers has the great virtue of Joss Whedon's wit and humanity infusing every scene, but I still wonder how soon we will draw lines between this movie and, say, some howling clunky blockbuster-wannabe of the past like Armageddon (1998). We are just bored enough to pay to see men in primary-colored outfits duke it out against some army of Chitauri aliens that fly out of a hole in the sky in a Transformers-esque fashion. Who would dare to say that it isn't good?
2) Perhaps people like The Avengers so much because it celebrates a triumph of branding. The Hulk reinforces his brand by blending together a sensitive, indie, yet still hunky Mark Ruffalo with a green, childlike, cartoonish embodiment of aggression that smashes things. Viewing the film is like watching Pepsi chat with McDonalds ironically about the inadequacies of Apple as Facebook dons a blue mask before ripping Nike's hammer away in a fit of pique.
3) I didn't care much for either Iron Man movie, although I did enjoy writing "A poignant moment: two robots look soulfully at each other before one flies away." In The Avengers, however, Tony Stark has much better material to mock, so his otherwise smug perpetual midlife crisis character shines here as never before in his Black Sabbath t-shirt. Now he gets to ironically comment on Thor's "red drapes," Captain America's silly retro blue uniform, and the "reindeer game" ersatz horned theatrical costuming of Loki (Tom Hiddleston) otherwise known as the Norse God of Evil.
4) Midway through the film, proclaiming that "freedom is life's great lie," Loki demands that a crowd of humans kneel before him (I always wonder, in the midst of these hubristic scenes, how much the executives of Paramount would like us, the viewing audience, to do the same before this film. Loki points out that our natural state is subjugation, and given the way the entire human population has stampeded to see this film, perhaps we are proving him correct. As Jonathan Franzen writes in his new essay collection, "[our] species of humanity have given way to a universal crowd of individuals whose most salient characteristic is their being identically entertained" (34)). Movies like The Avengers sends me back to reread Guy Debord's The Society of the Spectacle, because it applies so well:
"The spectacle presents itself as something enormously positive, indisputable and inaccessible. It says nothing more than that which appears is good, that which is good appears. The attitude which it demands in principle is passive acceptance which in fact it already obtained by its manner of appearing without reply, by its monopoly of appearance.
The alienation of the spectator to the profit of the contemplated object (which is the result of his own unconscious activity) is expressed in the following way: the more he contemplates the less he lives; the more he accepts recognizing himself in the dominant images of need, the less he understands his own existence and his own desires. The externality of the spectacle in relation to the active man appears in the fact that his own gestures are no longer his but those of another who represents them to him. This is why the spectator feels at home nowhere, because the spectacle is everywhere."
5) I especially appreciated the (spoiler alert) very last shot, after the credits, of the entire Avengers crew gluttoned out, looking tired but bloated after eating shawarma. Easily the best moment of the movie, the scene is not only very funny, it also accurately mirrors the viewing audience's sated expressions as they walk out of the cineplex. They've had their 142 minutes of superhero overindulgence, witty banter, CGI explosions, and vaguely defined reptilian creatures tumbling out of a portal over New York City. They have now seen the great hormonal intergalactic broughhaha of the early summer before it all turns into wearisome concussive balderdash soon enough (I'm guessing by May 18 with Universal's Battleship). At the beginning of The Avengers, some grim alien, as he gazes down upon earth, proclaims of those puny mortals, "Humans, what can they do but burn?" Over the hot summer, such judgment for our supremely distracted culture may arrive soon enough.
Patti Smith’s Polaroids of Artifacts from Virginia Woolf, Arthur Rimbaud, Roberto Bolaño & More - Polaroid photography has seen a new wave of interest over the past decade, in large part from young photographers looking to do something different from ...
17 minutes ago