promethia

Attention internet: over the course of the last two weeks I have mainlined all of the Marvel movies, Iron Man through Infinity War, as if they were one massive TV season. Why did I do this? Still unclear. But suffice it to say I had only seen a handful of them previously, some people were talking about them, and I have a distractible attention span and a worryingly masochistic streak when it comes to my entertainment choices. My thoughts are below the cut, but if you choose to read, I feel I should disclose a few things to you up front:

1) I do not like superheroes. And plotlines that can be resolved by punching things.

2) I love television and think movies are a stunted and inferior medium.

3) As a fan of several of the Marvel tv shows, chief among them Agents of SHIELD, I have a massive and eternal chip on my shoulder about the way Marvel forces its tv shows to play second fiddle to the movie juggernaut.

Those caveats in place, I was pleasantly surprised by the movie juggernaut as a whole. But if you live, sleep, and breathe the MCU and will be put out by anything less than effusive praise, move along, nothing to see here . . .

( Lengthy but shallow commentary. Oh god, so long. )

As the official last person on earth watching Agents of SHIELD, I feel it is my duty to let you know that season five continues to be EPIC.

EPIC.

I also need to repeat this regularly to myself because otherwise I don't actually believe it.

On the one hand, it's extremely gratifying when your three-plus year devotion to a fairly mediocre show is repaid so spectacularly. On the other hand, I've just witnessed several of the most fucked up things I've ever seen on television and I watched all of Hannibal and several seasons of American Horror Story.

Remember the cute little primary-colored show about a spy family living on an airplane? *broken laughter*