The Avengers is exactly what it needs to be—a summer movie with great special effects, a story that moves along clearly and quickly, a collection of mono-dimensional characters whose speech varies from witty repartee to patriotic platitudes. There are clever variations on old-time technology, like the flying aircraft carrier, as well as amazing alien technology, like the Chitauri creature-machines who come to earth to destroy it. The story engages as it splits into multiple scenes of recruitment, defeat and victory with director Joss Whedon all the while managing to keep the various story strands coherent, clear and related. With a cast and story this big, that’s an achievement. And the distinctive dialog and mannerism of each Avenger lends itself to a certain predictable but pleasant set of interactions. Iron Man’s smart assness grates on Captain America, and Thor’s Shakespeare contrasts mightily to The Hulk’s inarticulateness.
All these formulaic elements come together surely in The Avengers, and the movie is as pleasing as a ride at Six Flags. You don’t take much away from it when the ride ends, but it’s fun while you’re there.
