The Hulk is the green one. Captain America is the one with the shield. Iron Man is the one in the tin suit. Thor is the one who is also a god.
Writer-director Joss Whedon? He's Miracle Man - the one tasked with making a watchable movie out of "The Avengers." This turns out to be a lot more difficult than it looked. Originally hired only to work on the script, Whedon landed the gig to direct "The Avengers" on the strength of his vision ("The Dirty Dozen," with superheroes) and the skill of his previous film "Serenity," another pop sci-fi adventure with a large cast of complicated characters. "Serenity," which was a spinoff of a failed TV series but was perfectly accessible to newcomers, was rousing and funny and fresh, and it bore all of Whedon's hallmarks, too: Witty dialogue, playful humor, deft ensemble work, surprising turns of plot and exciting, unexpected bursts of action.
But "Serenity" was a small movie by Hollywood standards. "The Avengers" is an enormous, costly enterprise (it looks so big and expensive!) and Whedon, who seems to have gotten in over his head, struggles to keep this unwieldy movie spinning. He is so preoccupied with the sheer physicality of the thing that he doesn't have time to step back and consider the larger picture. He drowns in the details.
"The Avengers" is peppered with memorable bits (pretty much anytime Robert Downey Jr. says anything) and a few raise-the-roof moments (Hulk steals the show). But the bright spots are fleeting and inconsequential, and they don't add up to anything. This is a long, talky, clunky movie that culminates with a huge (nearly 30 minutes) action sequence. From Whedon, you expected more than spectacle.
Even though the histories of its characters had been established in earlier movies, "The Avengers" still feels like an origin tale - something you have to push through before you get to the good stuff. The preceding films bore distinct personalities: Iron Man was slick and modern, Thor channeled Shakespearean bombast, Captain America embraced old-fashioned patriotism. Whedon opts for earnestness, resulting in a Cuisinart tone. Most of the actors have grown comfortably into their parts and inhabit them convincingly. In Tony Stark, Downey has found his signature role (this is the one we'll remember him by). Chris Evans and Chris Hemsworth invest Captain America and Thor with subtle humor, and Marvel newcomer Mark Ruffalo brings a welcome sense of rumpled menace to the anger-prone Bruce Banner. Only Scarlett Johansson (as Black Widow) and Jeremy Renner (as Hawkeye) come off as actors playing dress-up.
But despite the assured performances, "The Avengers" is unconvincing: The illusion doesn't stick. The story ties itself into knots to rationalize why these disparate superheroes would ever band together, under the supervision of Nick Fury (Samuel L. Jackson), to thwart the villainous Loki (Tom Hiddleston). Right from the opening scene, a belabored set piece boasting one of the most listless car chases ever filmed, the movie feels off. Everyone talks too much. The pace lumbers. The story clunks. Extraneous characters eat up screen time. You hunker down in your seat and shrug it off, patiently waiting for the film to kick into gear. By the end, you're still waiting.
Whedon obviously loves these characters, and he's well steeped in Marvel Comics lore. In "The Avengers," the good guys often fight against each other, the way they did in the books, settling their differences while learning to work as a team. The movie makes room for several fun brawls (a highlight: Hulk vs. Thor) and those scenes ring with the thrill and tickle of wish-fulfillment fantasy: They're everything fans could have possibly wanted. But for everything the film gets right, Whedon counters with a questionable decision. In one sequence, he repeatedly cuts away from the main action to show Iron Man and Captain America fixing an engine (!). Late in the film, Nick Fury runs outside to fire a rocket launcher, and the throwaway moment stands out as a sop to the character - the only instance in the film where Jackson isn't standing around spouting exposition.
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