At this point, I am unsure how much good it does me to review “Avengers: Age of Ultron” as I would a movie. I feel like it would be more useful to write up the experience of the film as a writer for Consumer Reports would describe a car – with matter-of-fact bullet-points and statistics. What is the point of trying to capture the artistry of a film in the intricacies of prose when that film is little more than a top-of-the-line product?
The latest item off the “Avengers” conveyer belt amounts to little more than an 150 minute billboard for the Marvel Cinematic Universe. Perhaps the one notable difference between “Age of Ultron” and its predecessor is that the events tend to sow discord that cleaves a wedge between the heroes as opposed to uniting them. (I can only assume that was a decision that arose organically from the material and not as some kind of tie-in to the impending “Civil War.”)
Maestro Joss Whedon ensures that the film matches all the tech specs any fan looks for in a comic book movie. It has action sequences the way cars have cupholders. To top it all off, he assembles a climax that feels like it could (and maybe should) just exist as its own movie and is probably fetishized in the same way automotive aficionados value a powerful engine. Maybe some of this would be exciting if it were not so painfully predictable. Rather than inspiring me to marvel at the screen, it just made me feel numb.
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