So I checked out Roger Ebert’s review of “The Avengers.”
I don’t quite know why I bother, though. He’s an interesting read on some movies, but he’s never had a high regard for movies based on comics or on superheroes. He had huge props for “The Dark Knight” (but let’s be honest, it’s hard not to) but generally dislikes them.
He preferred the Ang Lee version of “The Hulk” because, well, it was a deeper look into Banner’s family and father issues. Which is fair, but it wasn’t a well-put-together movie other than that.
Nevertheless, I take it a little personally when he says:
“Comic-Con nerds will have multiple orgasms,” predicts critic David Edelstein in New York magazine, confirming something I had vaguely suspected about them. If he is correct, it’s time for desperately needed movies to re-educate nerds in the joys of sex. “The Avengers” is done well by Joss Whedon, with style and energy. It provides its fans with exactly what they desire. Whether it is exactly what they deserve is arguable.
Excuse me, but nerds (and geeks) know how to procreate. They’re not as sexless as stereotype would have one believe.
Of course, he rated “The Phantom Menace” higher than “Avengers.” So…
I think it’s fair to say he’s anything but a reliable reviewer when it comes to extraordinary settings.