So, last night I got to watch “Avengers: Infinity War” and thought of just writing this. Don’t worry, it’s going to be spoiler-free.
My wife said that missionaries travel from one place to another, spreading what they believe to be right, introducing new cultures, new practices, new education, to the point that it abolishes the old ways. She meant way back when. These days seem different.
In any case: Thanos is the missionary. He is on his own sacred pilgrimage to enforce what he believes in. His ideals are indeed mad. But it’s what he believes in and he has the iron will to carry it out.
This is Thanos’ movie. And everyone else you know in the entire Marvel Cinematic Universe are just the supporting roles. Just the familiar faces we’ve been seeing for the past 10 years.
In its own way, “Avengers: Infinity War” is a hero’s journey from the perspective of a mad man, where Thanos leaves behind nothing but dust and flames.
The movie opens up to a display of power that we’ve never seen in the entire MCU yet. Thanos has had his patience. He drives forward and takes down everything.
“Infinity War” is about sacrifices to accomplish what you believe is right. It shows the rewards of those sacrifices, and the consequences for not being strong enough to make the necessary sacrifices. The cost is dear. For all parties.
The Black Order, known in the movie as the Children of Thanos, appear to be colder and far menacing than Thanos himself. While the Mad Titan is the description of death, he has a strong character arc. Marvel wants you to sympathize him. Which is kind of hard to do, knowing he wants to remove from existence half of the universe’s population – remove from existence, not kill – but there is something admirable in his journey to accomplish and the whirlwind of emotions he goes through.
The movie runs at a breakneck pace. The action scenes are plenty and visually exciting. The moments of peace are times for characters to get to know each other, throw a one-liner or two, before setting out on the next big sequence.
By the end of the movie, the audience I was in, remained shocked until that last bit of the credits finished rolling in. Despite what other people might say, I felt the movie was complete. It had a beginning, middle, and end.
The only question remains: What now? It’s a similar feeling to next year’s ninth episode of Star Wars. Due to certain events, it’s quite obvious how things will eventually turn up. How we get there should be ride. How Avengers 4 is going to turn up, it’s sure going to be the biggest movie event in the decade.