In this column, I re-think my initial reaction to "Avengers: Infinity War":
This past New Year’s, while the rest of the world was up clinking their Martinelli’s and kissing their loved ones to ring in 2018, I was looking back, heavy with regret, on the many times in 2017 when I screwed up.
That self-loathing session led to my first column of the year — titled, “From ‘Blade Runner’ to ‘Spider-Man,’ it’s time I owned up to my 2017 mistakes” — but I apparently learned nothing.
Last week, I reviewed “Avengers: Infinity War,” and I gave it a D+. It wasn’t a movie, I said, and beyond that, it wasn’t even dumb fun, I said. (Just look at all that genocide!)
But just last like year with “Spider-Man: Homecoming,” here I am, in the same position again, having to eat my words.
Let’s just say I was under Loki’s spell this whole time.
I want to be clear: The change has not come because I believe anything I said in my review is technically false — not only do I still stand by what I wrote then, I also stand by what I wrote about “Homecoming” last year. But in both cases, I was looking at the wrong thing. I was looking for the wrong thing.
And I was missing the bigger, bolder thing that was in front of me all along.
My central mistake was in having the wrong expectations each time I sit down for a movie in the MCU. I want to be careful here: Marvel movies don’t come with some kind of a “get-out-of-having-to-be-a-good movie-free card.” They deserve to be compared, favorably or not, to other blockbuster movies.
But formally, on the most basic level, these movies occupy a space that has never been tried before on film, and that means that these particular movies won’t always work in the same ways that blockbusters usually do. To have 19 interconnected movies, all with their own casts of Hollywood stars and big personalities, is a feat that truly requires superhuman powers.