They say he is a monster, dear old Mr. Green

So I wanted to write about Avengers: Age of Ultron (2015) when I got home tonight.

Slightly past the 2000-word mark, my arms hit a brick wall.

I will finish the post and put it up tomorrow. Expect discussion of structure, voice, and Bruce Banner. I am going to put an ice pack on my elbows and go to bed.

I really miss the days when the weirdest thing science created was me

So first I had dinner at the Madrona Tree with gaudior and then we went to see Avengers: Age of Ultron (2015) at the Capitol Theatre and then I banged one of my already sprained elbows into a bathroom stall door and walked most of the way home holding my arm and talking way too fast at Gaudior because of the adrenaline, so this is not a movie review; I don't have the typing capacity for it. You may consider these notes. I just want to get something down for posterity before my short-term memory shuts down for the night. [edit] As stated in the previous post, my ability to type shut down at the 2100-word mark and I went to bed. Finished this post in the afternoon, after seeing Buster Keaton's The Cameraman (1928) at the Somerville. Total spoilers everywhere, of course. For the Avengers, not Keaton.

( But if you put the hammer in an elevator— )

So those are my scattered thoughts on Avengers: Age of Ultron. It's not as strong a sequel as The Winter Soldier or even Thor: The Dark World (2013), which frustrated me, but I am not sorry to have seen it and it doesn't seem to have set any of the characters in directions that make me scream, although I may revise my opinion based on succeeding movies. I may well see it again to consider further. Maybe I should stop typing now. These 3400 words sponsored by my fine backers at Patreon.