Joss Whedon is a hack and is awful.
*scrape* *scrape* *scrape*
Hear that? That’s the sound of all the Whedon fans that are sharpening their pitchforks and stakes to come murder me.
Whedon is actually amazing and I count myself a fan. This man has transcended nerd culture to become a god to the awkward masses. He appeals to all sectors with his feminist views, is great with a story, and even Hollywood loves him because he uses the least expensive methods while still delivering on spectacle.
Firefly, Buffy, Angel, Dollhouse, and now he’s pulling Marvel’s strings. That’s a huge accomplishment for a man that, admittedly, started off awesome with an Oscar for writing the script for Toy Story, one of the most popular film series of all time. Whedon combines humor, heart, and occasionally tragedy in his works, instead of going for the easy formulaic answer everyone craves but bitches about when they get.
I’m sure you saw the Avengers, because you know, you’re a human person. The Avengers is a big budget action flick, with characters that fans have loved for decades, and god forbid anyone screw them up. Whedon did one better and made the team a household name. How? Yeah, they’re all super powered bad assess, but they have heart. Holy hell, did Bruce Banner just admit he tried to kill himself and it didn’t even work? Cap’n America is all depressed and mopey because he’s doesn’t fit into our new world? Oh and Phil Coulson. He goddamn killed Coulson. Naturally it didn’t stick, but it still hurt.
Whedon isn’t our God but he is like our Moses. He came down from on high and parted the seas of banality so we could go frolic in nerd nirvana.
Ugh, maybe I’M the hack…