iwantthatbelstaffanditsoccupant:
Okay, I’m sorry, my aim is not to trash this movie because even if it wasn’t great, it was fun. BUT. I have to get this off my chest, because it is that creepy.
You know the creepiest thing that Age of Ultron did? It’s not the misogynistic Black Widow stuff, or even the two previously Romani/Jewish characters getting whitewashed and signing up to voluntarily get experimented on by Nazis. (Although that…wow, that does reach a special place.)
No, it’s the part where the creative team sets up the whole movie with, “Let’s take a look at how non-privileged people actually hate the Avengers because they come crashing in, drop a house on your relatives, Tony pays for a building he wrecked like that’ll fix everything, and then they get adored in the international press for destroying your life while punching bad guys in the wreckage of your cities.”
And then the movie (and the kids who represent that storyline, whose horrific loss and suffering drove them to this extreme to get the plot rolling) drops it.
I mean. It’d be one thing if we saw a single person in this whole damn movie come away having learned a lesson. But there is no redemption arc here. There’s no sense that Tony’s learned from this or is even sorry (in fact, he and Bruce try to do the exact same thing again–that is the exact opposite of regret). There’s no sense that any of these characters–not our red-blooded hero Cap, or Nat who understands intimately what it’s like to be the person who’s suffering, or Thor who’s worthy of Mjolnir–have a desire to hold their own accountable, or that Wanda forgives in the end because she’s come to understand how her own anger fed into what happened, or even that perhaps, any of them has wisely looked deeper into the chain of culpability to realize how wrongs build on each other and that somewhere it all needs to end.
(Considering the fuss made about the virtue required to wield Mjolnir, that’s pretty ironic.)
Take your pick whether that is superlatively awful on storytelling grounds or political ones, but one way or the other, this movie went horrifyingly wrong.
“even the two previously Romani/Jewish characters getting whitewashed and signing up to voluntarily get experimented on by Nazis. (Although that…wow, that does reach a special place.)”
Yeah. Yeah, that. I missed that little bit, and still had more than enough to be unhappy about. It took me a bit to realize these were Magneto’s kids. Or are they? See, I am so confused. If they are, in fact, Maximoffs anymore. I adore Magneto. This was, rather painful. And yeah, symbolism, that Stark bomb is gonna explode in Civil War, and Cap is worthy and Tony isn’t. I see what’s coming here. But now we have this mess where everyone wants in Natasha’s pants and she’s sad because all she ever really wanted was to be a mommy. If I was a spy on missions being sterile would be a fucking blessing. Oh, and the dinner party where they talk about who has the better invisible trophy girlfriend who isn’t there. You know who should have had the worst most messed up Scarlett Witch hallucinations? Banner. Because Banner is so messed up he created a split personality. Did we see it? No. We saw him get to do his loner thing with a pining Black Widow. Just. Weird choices. Still watchable.And I must have liked it or else I wouldn’t be so goddamned picky. But. This is like when Joss had Angel turn evil right after sex. It’s right and wrong at the same time.
Well, the thing is that there was so much potential there. Really obvious potential, because Whedon’s a good enough storyteller to have his ducks in a row when it comes to laying out the plot threads he wants to follow. And we do have them all lined up. We’ve got:
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