|We are very serious. See our serious faces? Very serious indeed.|
It was ok. I guess.
At first I was like "Meh" and then I was like "Hmm" and then towards the middle I was like "Ooh, interrogation with a clever reversal, and some thrilling fight scenes, and this might actually be kinda good!" and then it was all just, "Explosion, explosion, ow, my head, explosion, alien invasion thing has been done so many times before and much more dramatically, and then OH tracking shot of all the superheroes doing teamwork, how nice and heart-soaring-making," and then "Grr, >:O SPOILER >:O why didn't Iron Man die? It would have been tragic and sacrificial, and I totally would have bought his character development if he had died.
But no. Iron Man lives. Because he's Iron Man. And there need to be seven more Iron Man movies, and then he can die when one of them flops.
I think I was just expecting more from the whole thing. Like, if a movie becomes the highest-grossing superhero movie EVER in two weeks flat, you expect it will be exceptionally thrilling, or exceptionally original, or have a twisty, unpredictable story, or be very moving, or be stylishly directed, and it was really just a solid action-er as far as I could tell.
Jolly Good Friend surmised that superheroes in general were more of an American thing, but I dunno. She was watching it for the third time. And the person a few seats away seemed to like it. And I'm pretty sure he was European. And anyway, I'M American, too, hey.
But where was I. Oh yeah. Person a few seats away. Person-a-Few-Seats-Away was completely GEEKING OUT allll the way through the film. And clapping like a lunatic. And literally making the entire row of seats bounce. And I was like...
Actually not. I think it's cool if people like things. I think it's much cooler than people not-liking things, and I was sad that I didn't like it, and maybe I needed to watch all the other Marvel movies to appreciate this one fully, but I suppose it just wasn't for me. I didn't get it, you see.
A green guy punches a guy-in-a-cape for no apparent reason, and the geeking-out person was like, "HAHAHAHA."
Oh, um, ha? Haha?
Ultimately I thought the people sitting in the row in front of us were much more interesting than the film. It was a dad and the dad's girlfriend, and the dad's two teenage kids. Teenager #1 was a girl, and... well-adjusted, shall we say, and teenager 2# was a boy, and painfully awkward. He was constantly butting into conversations and trying to get the dad's girlfriend's attention, and it was very apparent the dad's girlfriend didn't like either of the kids much at all. The girl-teenager was being very polite and careful, and the boy-teenager was being very facepalm-ish, and the dad's girlfriend was just like, "Ew, children," and the dad was like, "Well, if I don't look perhaps it'll sort itself out."
It's probably not a good sign if there's more drama in the theater-seats than on the screen, but ohhhh well.
If anyone else was not gobsmacked by the whole thing, tell me, because I feel all lonely in my not-gobsmack-ed-ness...