The interesting thing about the Avengers is--from what I can see--this is all about watching some (mostly) dudes bash heads and melt faces. No high-minded meditations on minority rights. No existential ruminations on the unbridled rage-filled id. No Jungian treatises on the nature of fear.


It's just guns the size of Lil Bow Wow. 

Gotta say, I miss the Wasp.

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