Shari Vaidya - Q4 Blog 13 - The Gateway



 This past week, I have been allowing myself to indulge in Marvel movies while I do my work. As of writing, I have watched Iron Man 3, part of Civil War, and right now (not while I’m writing, of course) Iron Man 2. While these movies aren’t exactly the most thought-provoking or Cannes-worthy films I have ever seen, I can’t deny the soft spot I have for Marvel. 

For a good three years of my life, I used to watch everything Marvel-related; I would stay up on school nights to watch the new WandaVision episodes, I was a regular at Century 25 in Pacific Commons (which is arguably the best theater in Fremont), and I even watched No Way Home in theaters three times during my seventh-grade Christmas break. It is safe to say I was a Marvel superfan.

To me, superhero movies are one of the best simple pleasures in life. I love the over-the-top explosions and cheesy dialogue that come with this genre of film, which is funny because one of my favorite superhero films is Captain America: Civil War, one of Marvel's more serious movies. But I digress, the overall unserious atmosphere that these movies harbor is what makes them so great. Think of any Spider-Man movie; they have this special ability of being light-hearted despite the situation at hand being absolutely dire. Andrew Garfield taunting that fifty-foot lizard in The Amazing Spider-Man? Just pure gold.

While I am not very familiar with the newer movies– I handed in my Marvel citizenship after watching that fever dream of an Ant-Man movie– I can still explain to you the events in the Infinity Saga as if I had gone through them…Considering I have watched every single one of those movies in any order you can think of multiple times. Before I figured out who Del Toro, Coppola, or Lynch was, I knew about the Russo brothers. And while their recent films have been…subpar at best, I feel like they carry some responsibility for my debilitating film obsession.

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