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Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Avengers Avenges My Dislike of Superheroes
So I was wrong. I do like superheroes.
After successfully dodging The Hulk, Thor, and Captain America, I got snagged last weekend. (I think I saw Iron Man but frankly don't remember much.)
From the first five minutes, I was in, hook, line and sinker.
Perhaps it was the use of the word 'tesseract', which I associated with Madeliene LEngle's A Wrinkle in Time, my favorite book as a child.
Perhaps it was because I grew up in post second world war and post cold war America, and the references to both scratched me where I didn't even know I itched.
Perhaps it was because last month at an art function I sat next to the father of Modesto's own Jeremy Renner, who played "Hawkeye" masterfully.
Perhaps it was the witty and egotistical sarcasm of Robert Downey, Jr.
Or that I had just dyed my hair red like Scarlett Johannson.
Even the myopic black man who twisted the truth, ever so slightly, to serve his own ends struck a chord.
I found myself remembering the first time I saw Star Wars in the theater.
This ranked right up there next to that experience.
If you haven't seen it yet, you'd better.
It's practically your American duty.
After successfully dodging The Hulk, Thor, and Captain America, I got snagged last weekend. (I think I saw Iron Man but frankly don't remember much.)From the first five minutes, I was in, hook, line and sinker.
Perhaps it was the use of the word 'tesseract', which I associated with Madeliene LEngle's A Wrinkle in Time, my favorite book as a child.
Perhaps it was because I grew up in post second world war and post cold war America, and the references to both scratched me where I didn't even know I itched.
Perhaps it was because last month at an art function I sat next to the father of Modesto's own Jeremy Renner, who played "Hawkeye" masterfully.
Perhaps it was the witty and egotistical sarcasm of Robert Downey, Jr.
Or that I had just dyed my hair red like Scarlett Johannson.
Even the myopic black man who twisted the truth, ever so slightly, to serve his own ends struck a chord.
I found myself remembering the first time I saw Star Wars in the theater.
This ranked right up there next to that experience.
If you haven't seen it yet, you'd better.
It's practically your American duty.
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