Watching The Avengers
A group of us went to see The Avengers last night. The movie was fantastic, the night was fabulous, and hey, even if the plot was a little light on, I can happily sit and watch Robert Downey Jnr as Iron Man for hours. I thoroughly enjoyed each of the movies focusing on individual characters that led up to this one, even Captain America, which surprised me somewhat. If you’re after a good night out, I’d certainly recommend going to see it.
In spite of all this, I find it hard to put the media scholar in me to bed long enough to avoid analysing it. If film both reflects and shapes us, tells us stories about ourselves, then I find what it is telling me both sad and disturbing. I love the action heros, don’t get me wrong—men and women in lycra and tight leather, and GIANT FIGHTING ROBOTS!—I’m there. But they are heros in a world that mistrusts anything and everything to do with the government and that has given up on collective social action. Instead, the world is saved by the philanthropy of powerful individuals and tycoons. Loki refers to the human population as ants. The super heros seem to regard them as not much more than ants that happen to need saving.
What do you reckon?