Some of you may not understand when I say that no matter the quality of the films that in my eyes the Avengers series is one of the greatest cinematic marvels (LOL) that I have ever experienced.
It’s not a sentiment everyone agrees with, and that’s fine. Casual work friend Matt certainly didn’t agree when he made his feelings known; that one superhero film is the same as another, and that what he considers art has been bled dry from modern film making.
Okay. Cool. Agree to disagree.
But what cannot be argued is that these films have struck a chord, and that the masses enjoy them for a reason. Part of what makes any work great is that it meets the audience halfway. It could be argued that what an audience brings to a film is equally important as what the film delivers in order to convey its message.
I can’t speak for everyone else. All I have is my own meandering experience, and my experience is that of a former fifteen year old child delving into comic books for the first time.
Always I found myself drawn to the power of a big team book. The first was ‘JLA’, Grant Morrisson and Howard Porter’s iconic run on DC’s Justice League title; but the second was ‘The Avengers: Earth’s Mightiest Heroes’ by Kurt Buseik and George Perez.
Having the big names together in one book was a massive draw for me. Captain America, Iron Man, Thor, and many others. What adventure awaits them in the next issue?
Many friends could not see the appeal. Captain America’s patriotic theme was pure cheese, Thor never stood a chance after we’d read ‘MacBeth’ in drama class, and even if Iron Man was kind of cool it was just a dumb comic. But whatever. I still loved them.
The last twenty years have been a dizzying journey as a superhero fangirl. What was once niche and nerdy (in the bad way) is suddenly on t-shirts, billboards and movie screens with countless spin-offs, copycats and cash-ins. Teenage girls squeal over Captain America and discuss the same facets of his character grown men argued about in the nineties, and with the same emotion. I still don’t know how it happened, but it is the coolest thing in the world.
Maybe Matt does have a point, but even if he does there are those like myself who cannot remove themselves from the fan-goggles; but why would you want to? Cinema by design exists so an audience might lose themselves and indulge in an experience, even a cheesy one. Now is the time for fifteen year old Miranda to indulge in the realization of what was once unlikely.