I don’t know what it is about Marvel movies. I used to seek out movies directed by French people or ex-cons, but now I just want to see people in spandex shooting lasers from their eyes, rescuing innocent civilians or fighting the evil forces of a generically evil villain.
Maybe it’s the subtle allegory for our complicated modern lives, be it the rise of fundamentalism, the persecution of minorities, terrorism or nationalism, as these ‘superheroes’ face problems which we ourselves need to deal with, albeit in an exaggerated form. Or maybe it’s the fact that stuff blows up. A lot.
Incidentally, someone once told me that I look like Captain America (perhaps the best compliment I have ever received, though probably not technically accurate in any way), meaning my new found obsession with Marvel movies could be intensely vain and self-interested, but I shall resolutely stick to it being about their artistic integrity and profound social metaphor.
And cool fights.
And quotes like this: “Do you know what happens to a toad when it gets hit by lightning? The same thing that happens to everything else.” Awesomely cheesy!
And my personal favourite: “There’s only one God ma’am and I’m pretty sure he doesn’t dress like that.” Old school punning from the Cap.
Marvel should just start having French and criminal directors to satisfy my arty-farty pretensions, while maintaining the level of destruction and lycra! That way, I can say “I really felt how Iron Man’s despair reflected the turmoil faced by the modern man” and mean “I liked it when the tank was thrown through the air into the White House.”
Apparently, ‘The Incredible Hulk’ was directed by a Frenchman. Perhaps the worst Marvel film. Oh well. Things went boom!
To surmise, I like Marvel films and I need to deal with it. Maybe I should start a discussion group to discuss just how big the explosion was and what the director really meant us to feel about each episode of pointless destruction.
Or I could just be quiet and press play.