Over on Drip, I wrote up a non-spoilery account of my experience of watching Avengers: Infinity War last night. It’s a public post, so you don’t need to be subscribed to see it.
Here’s a taste:
I had no expectations of this film. I’d loved Spider Man: Homecoming, Thor: Ragnarok, and Black Panther beyond all reckoning, and didn’t think any of the things I loved about those movies would feature in this one. I’d also read Emily Asher-Perrin’s Tor.com post titled “Why I Don’t Care if Anyone Dies in AVENGERS: INFINITY WAR” and nodded along. I was looking forward to seeing the cosmic crew again, enjoying some quipping, blinking at a lot of pretty lights, and appreciating at least one shot of a thoroughly muscled man trying to hold on to two things pulling in separate directions.
As it turned out, I was unprepared for how much I would, in fact, care, and be affected and impressed.
I was even less prepared for the interruption of a climactic battle by someone in the theatre’s back row screaming about having seen a knife.
We’re OK, but it was a really weird night.
In other news, a quick reminder that I’ll be in Montreal for a panel on Sunday, under the auspices of the Blue Metropolis festival. Come hear Su Sokol, David Demchuk, Melissa Yuan-Innes and I discuss Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein and its relevance to modern SFF! 4:00 PM at Hotel 10’s Salle Jardin, just up the street from the train station.