Avengers: Infinity War Ek Dhokha Hai

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Avengers: Infinity War Ek Dhokha Hai

Illustration: Akshita Monga

“You think you’re the only one cursed with the gift of knowledge.”

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his line from Avengers: Infinity War kept playing in my head on loop as I looked back at the rest of the shell-shocked audience, comprising film critics, established writers, journalists, and fanboys with a dictionary like me, who’d later face the challenge of articulating in words the emotional roller coaster that was Infinity War.

We’ve been tasked with telling you what goes down and what to expect, without telling you what goes down and what to expect. As it turns out, spoilers are the latest villain the Marvel Cinematic Universe is adamant on fighting. Naturally then, the plot of Infinity War too demands to be kept as a closely guarded secret, on par with the recipe for Coca-Cola, Area 51, and the PM’s degree.

In a way, the no-spoilers diktat given to the press falls in line with the MCU’s penchant for playing it safe. In the numerous films that preceded Infinity War in the last 10 years, our favourite superheroes were known to routinely rise up to the challenge of facing the most dangerous villains, threats, and uniting to stop their evil plan of world destruction from becoming a reality. It would make for a massive, visceral, and spell-binding display of what I like calling testosterone porn: flying objects and humans, mind-boggling weaponry, and dazzling action sequences.

But, even with the reckless urgency of these various scenarios, Marvel’s reputation of shying away from taking risks guaranteed that fans have never quite felt the finality of grief. For these heroes, irrespective of how much danger they were in, would always emerge victorious. The franchise needed to continue, and so instalment after instalment, these heroes would be left incurably bruised only to appear cleansed in their next outing. Remember War Machine, when the uber cool Don Cheadle falls out of the sky in the first Avengers movie? Characters have died, only to be resurrected in the sequel. How do you suitably mourn the death of the lovable Groot in Guardians Of The Galaxy, when you are aware that its sequel makes up for the loss with the inclusion of Baby Groot?

Avengers: Infinity War

Grief is everywhere in the film, and most surprisingly, it’s in the lump in your throat.

Image credit: Marvel Studios

If anything, this layer of certainty of our heroes being almost immortal has comfortably lulled us into being passive purveyors of sadness – more so, because we are convinced that no one in the MCU universe (save for the villians) is ever really in harm’s way. Much like our Bollywood heroes. As a result, the 18 films that led up to Infinity War had – and didn’t have – enough drama at the same time.

Anthony and Joe Russo’s Infinity War, on the other hand, vehemently insists that you feel the full force of grief, anger, and disbelief like never before. Never, and I say never, have we experienced the gloom that caps off Infinity War. The moments of loss that we have witnessed in the previous films, were but pin pricks when compared to the full-body trauma that meets you in Infinity War.

It’s then fitting that anger-laced grief is the underlying thread tying the numerous characters and the multiple universes in this utterly dark but brave film. You see it on Thor’s (Chris Hemsworth) face about 10 minutes into the film. You hear it in Pepper Pott’s (Gwyneth Paltrow) voice while she speaks to Tony Stark (Robert Downey Jr). You’ll see it in Peter Quill’s (Chris Pratt) eyes as he squares off against Thanos (Josh Brolin). And you’ll see it in the post-credits scene which serves solely to add insult to injury – the only time Samuel L Jackson says “motherfucker” in a sombre timbre.

It’s everywhere in the film, and most surprisingly, it’s in the lump in your throat.

Infinity War, then, serves as a fine example of grief porn; the overly gratuitous depiction of loss designed to ensure an outpouring of sympathy by strangers who are united by a shared tragedy. But this isn’t the first time we’ve experienced this brand of grief. Remember that scene in Furious 7 where Paul Walker drives off into the sunset – a metaphor for his untimely demise that turned on the water works? It happened with Lord of the Rings, where Gandalf – godfather to Bilbo, Frodo, and the rest of the Shire – falls off the cliff to defeat the Balrog. Heck, it’s George R.R. Martin’s raison d’être, creating a character you fall in love with, building an arc that becomes a subplot to your own life – and then in one fell swoop excising that character.  

It’s then fitting that anger-laced grief is the underlying thread tying the numerous characters and the multiple universes in this utterly dark but brave film.

Why do we willingly submit to such torture? We long for battle, just so we can Instagram our scar; but also consider ourselves too woke to go to war. Which is why we willingly submit to big-budget BDSM vehicles like Infinity War, so that when the credits roll and the popcorn settles, we can huddle together, phones in hand seeking solace in our shared grief.

Fittingly, the final act of Infinity War is essentially Kryptonite, or to keep the references strictly Marvel, the Terrigen mist (ask Google here), which either evolves or devolves anyone exposed to it. I’ll stick with evolves, because after this film you’ll look beyond the all-star cast and realise that the MCU is just a cleverly engineered fugazy designed to draw you in with the sole purpose of keeping its cinematic industrial complex running. And it’ll devolve you because by the end of the film, you’ll be reduced to a blithering blob in your plush reclining seat,with your broken heart, lying on the floor amid bits of popcorn and ticket stubs. You’ll repeatedly remind yourself that it’s all a figment of Stan Lee and Jim Starlin’s imagination, brought to life by an army of artists. But it still won’t stop you from hoping against hope that X didn’t just fade away into cinematic oblivion. Or finally coming around to accepting that not all superheroes are indomitable.

But then again, denial is the first step in a break-up. A sad acceptance of the fact that Infinity War ek dhokha hai.

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