Berck rented The Avengers because Joss Whedon directed it. But he doesn’t do comic books. “When do we see Natalie?” “What is this guy’s deal? Does all he have is a shield?” “IS THAT ROBIN?” “Every time he says anything, all I hear is, ‘Quarter pounder with cheese.’” “There’s Natalie! Natalie is on the computer screen!” “Not every woman can pull off wearing a suit like that.” “Have you noticed that Scarlett and Robin’s suits keep getting unzipped lower?” “Where’s Natalie?” “I don’t understand. I thought these were comic book characters. Why is there suddenly a Norse god?” “This guy…
Some months ago, I decided to add The Avengers to my Netflix queue, I believe solely on the fact that it was directed by Joss Whedon. That was a serious mistake. After ordering 3 copies of the movie, I determined that the DVDs were not scratched, they were merely encumbered with some sort of copy protection that prevented me from copying them to my hard drive. This was enough for me. Any movie copy-protected is not a movie worth watching. Jonah disagreed, and insisted that we load it into our inherited blu-ray player and watch it before I sent it…