My boyfriend and I often disagree about dragging each other to see things. I admit that I'm a perpetual button-pusher, a semi-professional goader, and a more-than-full-time Troll of a girlfriend. "What is a partnership if we don't make each other do things?!", I plainly ask. Usually, it goes over just fine. But ever since I planned a group outing to see "John Carter" (in 3-D, no less), he's been working hard to out-do the worst of the worst. But, my rule stands: whatever he wants to see I'll see with him, and whatever I want to see, he'll see with me. (If something is egregiously offensive and disrespectful to the other, then, we'll cooperatively opt out. We do have a happy relationship, after all.)
Most recently, we've had some hits. I surprisingly enjoyed the hairpin of a plot in "The Cabin in the Woods". I downloaded the Body Language album the moment I got home from their concert at the Brooklyn Museum. (Enjoy "You Can" below!)
Sometimes I go to these outings solely to invest in the strength of our rule. Case in point: the Colin Stetson show at The Glasslands, whose circular breathing and sad-whale stories overwhelmed me with the feeling that I have aged.
This brings me to The Avengers, which we saw on opening weekend. I really liked it! It was a fun superhero cocktail, all vying for the moviegoer's positions as The-Favorite. Although I'd seen Captain America (and liked it very much), my "favorite" award had not been decided going in, unlike other megafans. I hadn't seen Thor, any Hulk movies, Iron Man II, or known about the Avengers storyline in general.