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Joss Whedon made an Avengers movie, something for which I would at one time have sold my own grandmother. The whole all-you-can-eat green-screen approach, whereby any time the camera pans round behind someone to show what they’re looking at they’re clearly looking at the insides of a warehouse in a far-off and cheaper state, must truly be a dead loss if a DP as great as Seamus McGarvey can’t figure out a way to make it breathe.
But mostly, Whedon’s debt to all those 1980s Keith Giffen and JM DeMatteis Justice League comics for the kind of writing style that has since become linked to him by name, has never been more clear. Needless to say, if Janet van Dyne eventually turns up in this flavour of the Marvel Universe and carries on like this, I am going to have some form of timewarp experience.
