My first encounter with comics came at the age of five. On Mondays, the local garbagemen would throw marvel comics over the hedge into the school playground for the kids to scramble after. They must have found a stash of them somewhere and decided to ration them out, a few each week. I already knew of Batman from the campy TV series, but these random issues (or at least, the handful that wound up in my possession) introduced me to the bright world of Marvel. Spider-Man, Fantastic Four, Namor the Submariner… Because of the lack of preceding or subsequent issues. I never found out how any of the stories ended, and there were always little footnotes from Stan Lee referencing events from other issues and titles–but I got the impression of a vast, sprawling universe filled with all these colourful, exciting characters. Some had been bitten by spiders, others were literally gods. And you never knew which of them might appear in any given issue.
The thing I most love about the Marvel Cinematic Universe is that it perfectly captured all these qualities. It eschewed the gritty darkness so beloved of DC in order to portray its heroes in the vivid tones that originally made them such icons; and it kept that intertextality. Events from one movie had bearing on another, giving the whole thing the same sense of cohesion that first impressed me in the comics.
When I sat in the cinema and watched 2012’s AVENGERS ASSEMBLE, I had a huge grin on my face from start to finish, because it was the film I had been waiting for since I was five years old.No tags for this post.