Avengers Assemble (2012)

When Joss Whedon was announced as writer/director of the much-delayed, much-anticipated superhero compendium, Avengers Assemble, it was greeted by both whoops of delight and sighs of relief. One seemingly endless publicity trail later, any doubts as to whether Whedon, directing his second film following 2005’s delightful sci-fi Western, Serenity, could bring in the big bucks have been allayed by mammoth earnings that are likely to see it land in the top five bestselling films of all time. Reviews have also been universally positive and, indeed, it’s hard to imagine anyone better suited to this particular enterprise. A long series of introductory scenes are likely to have those that sat through the variable charms of both Iron Man films, Thor, Captain America and The Incredible Hulk tapping their feet, but the film finds its bearings once it’s pitched all its characters together. A paper-thin story has Thor’s (Chris Hemsworth) disgruntled half-brother, Loki (Tom Hiddleston), stealing a powerful energy device known as The Tesseract from SHIELD. Nick Fury (Samuel L. Jackson) then proceeds to gather the Avengers – Iron Man (Robert Downey Jr), Thor, Captain America (Chris Evans), Black Widow (Scarlett Johansson), Hawkeye (Jeremy Renner, following a brief stint hypnotised at Loki’s side) and Hulk (Mark Ruffalo) – to help bicker, sucker punch and quip their way through to a barn-stormer of an extended action sequence on the streets of New York City.
Whedon’s strength for writing for large ensembles whilst making each character feel distinct is on fine form, with even oft-overlooked characters such as Black Widow and Hawkeye getting some screen time. Present too is his whip-smart dialogue and ability to balance pathos, humour and gung-ho action sequences with the lightest of touches. The cast prove themselves up to the task, with Ruffalo’s rumpled, lonely Hulk a stand-out alongside Scarlett Johansson’s Black Widow, a part considerably beefed up from Iron Man 2, and necessarily so considering how testosterone-heavy Marvel’s superhero stable tends to be. If there’s a criticism, it’s that Avengers Assemble lacks personality. Whilst Whedon’s other film this year, po-mo backwoods horror film The Cabin in the Woods fairly crackled with his trademark dialogue and genre play, there’s something altogether glossier about Avengers that makes it harder to fall in love with, a smoothing of the rough edges that makes his other work so memorable. With so much ground to cover with its characters – and the film’s running length may well not play too well on re-watch – it leaves the plot (Loki invokes some sort of metallic snakes from outer space) as something of an afterthought, ensuring that the film, and particular Whedon’s marshalling of talent, is impressive and enjoyable rather than attaining the gold standard set by Spiderman 2 or X-Men 2. That being said, this is doubtless smartly-made dumb fun, with its action scenes especially demonstrating a sort of though-out mayhem that’s hugely appealing, if not game-changing. Hopefully, with a lot of the groundwork now covered, the inevitable sequel will be able to provide something that cuts a little deeper, but for now, you’d be hard pressed to find such guileless good fun elsewhere at the multiplexes.







