I have a lot of apologizing to Joss Whedon to do, so let’s get started.
Joss Whedon, I’m sorry.
All weekend, I’ve been trying to articulate my thoughts on The Avengers, but it kept coming out as
I can’t say that I’ve been waiting my whole life for an Avengers movie (I really prefer the Justice League and DC in general), but I guess I kinda have been waiting my whole life for a movie like this. A superhero movie that isn’t dumbed down for the mundanes, isn’t weighed down by origin stories, and isn’t embarrassed by itself.
Iron Man, Thor, and Captain America: Fist Avenger all captured most of it on an individual basis for their title characters. My big worry with The Avengers (other than the usual worries about sucking too much) was that it was pretty much going to be Iron Man 3, with Hulk & Friends in supporting roles.
Joss Whedon, I’m sorry I let Dollhouse crack my confidence in your ability to do The Avengers. But, in my defense, Dollhouse was a terrible show.
Everything about The Avengers was perfect. From Black Widow’s interrogation to Iron Man and Captain America’s pissing contest to everything with the Hulk, it was perfect. It was snappy and funny in all the right places without ever delving into self-mockery or fan mockery. Like John Carter, The Avengers is a movie that knows what it is and relishes in it.
The Avengers is the most sincere comic book movie I’ve ever seen.
Hell, it’s the best comic book movie I’ve ever seen, period.
Joss Whedon, I’m sorry I doubted you. Hey, look! It’s Joss Whedon in a Pink Raygun t-shirt!