I've been trying to not freak out about tonight... but I'm off to watch Avengers: Age of Ultron!
I've been possibly misleading people about how much I'm obsessed with the MCU, but, yeah, I think they might possibly freak out about how freaked out I am currently being. But good freaking out. On my part. Yeah, I'm not making much sense, am I?
So. Yeah. This is the post.
Or, no, wait. This post might also be about the things that I expect to happen. But then I don't really have time to mention them. 'Cause I should be out the door by five for rehearsal. And then AVENGING!
Short and sweet: Hawkeye better not die! Winter Soldier?!? Black Widow needs to talk to some other female characters, OK?!? Black Widow/Wanda 4EVAH!!!
Is it May first yet? No? Here's some more reasons Avengers: Age of Ultron will be fantabulous. And why it needs to come out now, if possible—which is not the case, really, but I'm in a ranty sort of mood, so let's go with it.
(i). Elizabeth Olsen is a version of Scarlet Witch I want to know more about. Kinda knowing about a character from hearsay and (very informative) YouTube videos is one thing, but being confronted with a live-action version in a wildly-anticipated film is beyond anything any of my expectations could have prepared me for (had I any expectations—the benefit of not having grown up with comic books?!?).
I maybe just want Elizabeth Olsen to be in as many awesome films as possible, but, besides that, I would have been slightly disappointed in Age of Ultron overall if the newly-introduced characters would have been either uninteresting or too forced. I'm speaking right now as if having already seen the movie, but just from the trailers the characterisation looks promising—and kind of exciting, too.
(ii). Credible special effects used in moderation? Check! (No, really, enough said.)
(iii). I miss storytelling which makes you yearn for even more storytelling. Put differently, I want to hear a really good yarn, or, alternately, watch a film which makes me smile in anticipation for the next scene; and the next; and the next. The reason I read and watch television and movies, and even write myself, is because I like stories, whether they're metaphysical holistic novels about very little that's actually concrete, or just compelling stories about characters who feel as real as you and me. I want to feel a story in my bones; my marrow misses a good yarn as well.
(iv). There's a lot of bullshit in the world. Hell, a good chunk of it gets made into film just to charge people just under twenty dollars a pop to watch it unfold. Let's hear it for some non-bullshit for a change, yes/yes?
(v). I need something good in my life right now, OK? Series I love love love get cancelled for no good reason. Books I adore don't get the visibility they deserve. That creepy movie adaptation of that one badly-written (and equally-creepy) porny (sorta?!?) schmoopy book that's really fanfic of a truly incredibly creepy book about sparking vampires is coming out in about a week and a half, or whenever Valentine's Day is. Post-Valentine's Day candy-and-chocolate sales cannot come soon enough. I just want. This. One. Thing. In my life. Now. Please?
Will Age of Ultron make me genuinely happy as only some things on a really big screen can? Then there's nothing left to say... until the next post exactly like this one comes along. Watch this
On a sorta slightly similar note, when exactly did I start blogging about superhero movies? Then again, maybe the real question is why wasn't I doing so before. *grin*
Here's the deal: Some shows are good for weekly sit-downs, some shows are only palatable by binging, some shows are masterful regardless of your viewing situation, and, finally, with much sadness in both my heart and other internal organs, I must report that some shows are just unwatchable (unless, maybe, if one re-edits at home).
Dollhouse is the type of show that one sticks with not out of genuine interest for what is going on on screen, but rather due to the well-placed belief that Joss Whedon will deliver—because if he can't deliver, then my faith in humanity is well and truly exhausted. I don't say this to utterly denigrate the show; this is a very candid observation, and what I owe for what I have been given.
While the show concept might be fascinating, one has to stick with the show because of precedent. The fault lies not only with the production team in this: the unaired pilot vetoed by the network is far superior in terms of hooking audiences than the aired first episode. The show picks up from the first two lagging episodes by the third instalment in an unexpected way. Also partially gone is the heavy-handedness prevalent at the start. By the middle of the season the viewer has already begun to care about the characters and to see them as more than just players on a stage. The final episode (also unaired) is a fantastic way of giving the show a much-needed big-picture-like feel that one didn't know how to ask for.
It's not a show for everyone. Hell, it's not a show that made it past the second season. However, it is worth it, but only as a binge-watch. Episodic viewing is just not sustainable. It might take the casual viewer most of the season to become interested; no one has that sort of patience. Whedon fans will go for it with gusto, but television competitiveness has been at an all-time high for years now with more and more shows being produced and the quality bar being far higher than it used to be. Television is surpassing film in terms of cinematic appeal.
To put it plainly, I was ready to give up multiple times over the course of the first season, even with my tenacity to finally watch it all, whatever it took. Others will not have anything remotely like this sort of perseverance.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to flail excitedly to myself about Age of Ultron.
I've had this post on my mind since mid-morning today, though it wasn't until I sat down to write it that it started formulating and unravelling itself properly. I've just been in a Firefly sort of mood lately (if I have to explain what that is, you have my sincere pity), and I've also been thinking about good television and how my interactions with all media tend towards both intensity and repeatability—essentially, I binge-watch things like nobody's business... multiple times. (Sometimes multiple times in a row! Yikes!)
I should start with a disclaimer re: the topic at hand that will surprise absolutely no one who's met me and/or interacted with me for more than two minutes straight: I'm a big fan of Joss Whedon's work. He is my childhood, adolescence and adulthood. (No pressure, Joss.) His work in television has directly influenced me in my development on various levels, some I haven't even remotely delved into. Hell, I would probably never have come close to being the sarcastic smart-arse nerd with a penchant for poorly-timed witty observations on human nature I am today without this influence in my life, though I probably shouldn't inform my immediate family of this as it may result in a lynch mob type of situation if the culprit is finally named in the presence of people who have had to put up with my fast-talking antics for decades now.
All Joss Whedon shows have affected me differently however much one can detect something resembling a common denominator in their core components. I have a particular love for Firefly that combines genuine fascination for and interest in the material with a wistfulness derived from its short-lived status and unfair early cancellation, which, not to put too fine a point on it, still does not make a lick of sense to me. It's both about what is and what could have been. Thus is the nature of a cult following, I guess.
So what does this all amount to? It occurred to me that Firefly is the perfect show to binge-watch ad nauseam. ( Here are the main reasons that is Truth. )
Now if you'll excuse me, I have awesome television to get back to.