Infinity War musings
Apr. 26th, 2018 07:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
calimeBeware that this is somewhat spoilery!
I watched it last night (having spoiled myself willingly beforehand, because I need things that way) and I think my gripe with the Russos and Infinity War comes down to this - I think they understand the characters well, they do them well and do them justice, and all, yet … We’ve got totally amazing actors, so many cool new teamups that I did not know would work so amazingly well together and…it’s just that I don’t like the particular story they want to tell here and I sincerely mourn for all the other stories that I see the hints at that they would be so good at telling with that team, and that they are not telling, instead choosing to tell of death and destruction and hopelessness. Even if it gets to ultimately a hope-filled conclusion in a year, to me, the emotional price is somewhat too steep.
It’s like, having a playmate who has amazing toys and talents and you share your toys and they seem to think same of them and then the only play they want to play is kill them all, greek tragedy style. Or norse saga style. And you just wish so hard that you could sometimes play something else together with them.
It’s a special hell.
I watched it last night (having spoiled myself willingly beforehand, because I need things that way) and I think my gripe with the Russos and Infinity War comes down to this - I think they understand the characters well, they do them well and do them justice, and all, yet … We’ve got totally amazing actors, so many cool new teamups that I did not know would work so amazingly well together and…it’s just that I don’t like the particular story they want to tell here and I sincerely mourn for all the other stories that I see the hints at that they would be so good at telling with that team, and that they are not telling, instead choosing to tell of death and destruction and hopelessness. Even if it gets to ultimately a hope-filled conclusion in a year, to me, the emotional price is somewhat too steep.
It’s like, having a playmate who has amazing toys and talents and you share your toys and they seem to think same of them and then the only play they want to play is kill them all, greek tragedy style. Or norse saga style. And you just wish so hard that you could sometimes play something else together with them.
It’s a special hell.