So, this post is a bit of a departure but hey, my blog.

I am a big Joss Whedon fan. I consider myself a bit of a Browncoat and own both Buffy and Angel in the huge mega DVD box sets.

So when it was announced today that the man is to direct the long awaited Marvel Comic’s Avengers movie the internet fandom shouted with joy!

Not me.

Wanna know why?

Because I’ve SEEN his work. You want to know what happens in his work?

Not just that but lovable characters die in the most horrible unexpected rip your heart out and piss on it way imaginable.

Don’t believe me?

Go back and watch Tara get shot on Buffy. Or Wash getting shish-kabob-ed by Reavers. Hell he couldn’t even end Dollhouse without thinking “Who can I kill?”

I liken Joss Whedon to an abusive boyfriend like that (I say this not to trivialize the horrors abuse here, it’s simply a metaphor, work with me on that level please). We know he’s gonna do it. He’s going to keep hurting us. Yet we fans keep coming back for more because he goes and makes it up to us with witty dialog and smart plot lines. But then he hurts us again and we swear we won’t come back… then it’s “Hey he’s directing The Avengers Movie” and it’s all “Joss can do no wrong.”

We are suckers.

So when lovable, sexy, Iron Man randomly buys it after he drops some plucky comic relief, don’t come crying to me. I warned you.

Of course I’ll be right next to you in the theater muttering right along with you, “Whedon, you BASTARD!“