I’ve been really enjoying the Marvel Cinematic Universe. I’m watching series 5 of Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., and saw Avengers: Infinity War at the movies last night. I’m also currently watching Legion, which is a wonderful unreliable narrator show.
I was talking to James yesterday about how I’ve appreciated the last couple of “baddies” in Marvel films. Usually, baddies are just terribly written – boring, two-dimensional, forgettable – you don’t give a damn about them. But in Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 and Infinity War, the baddies, I thought, were better-written than most, because they sincerely thought they were doing the right thing. When we see a baddie in James Bond or whatever just hoarding their gold and killing people for fun, it doesn’t make much sense. But baddies who honestly believe they’re doing good? That’s more like it. That hits home. (Although it would’ve been better if the baddie in Infinity War didn’t look like a stereotypical baddie).
I think about the board of directors at Bupa justifying avoiding paying taxes – essentially, avoiding re-distributing wealth to people who are disadvantaged. They’d have their reasons. They’d think they’re doing the right thing. But they’re the baddies, really.
Anyway, it’s 11PM and I want to watch a scrap of Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. before sleeping. Goodnight, world.