infinity war day
(huge spoilers ahead)
(not positive, oh man, not positive)
I went into the theater all excited with my new Guardians of the Galaxy backpack and wee little Awesome Mix earrings, but as soon as Gamora died that was it for me. Oh, she might be back of course (especially considering what happens at the end of this movie), and I fucking well hope so, but she was –
– she was fridged for the character development of her abusive, genocidal father, while a literal Nazi ghost (don’t fucking ask) looked on. She died not among her friends, but alone and screaming, because I guess that’s supposed to tug at the heartstrings or something, another great female character murdered. So much for her being front and center of the poster, because her own damn death in this movie is actually about Thanos instead.
Turns out that the character whom the writers consider the most interesting is not the abused but the abuser. Everything about this movie is desperately trying to get the audience to feel sympathy for Thanos, a creature who wants to murder half the galaxy because overpopulation or something. He cries! He speechifies! He has occasional doubts! He is the least interesting villain the MCU has ever conjured up, including that elf played by Christopher Eccleston, and yet the movie is obsessed with him. At the end of the credits the words “Thanos will return” appear. Hooray. Can’t wait to see three more hours of a purple alien, played by a man once arrested for domestic violence, sit around and justify genocide to himself.
After leaving this movie I sat around in the foyer while my husband went to the gents and listened to other people’s reactions. “Thanos had a point,” I heard one guy say. “He was just thinning the herd.”
Fuck this movie.
