Avengers: Infinity War Review (Spoiler Free)

It’s been a while since I’ve seen a movie in the cinema, so thought I’d celebrate the occasion with a review.

Opening day of Infinity War… Heck yeah this die hard Marvel (movie) fan was gonna be there!

This is a Spoiler free review so read on without qualms.

Now, I’ll start this off by suggesting that if you haven’t seen ALL the other Marvel movies, you best do that first to save yourself more than one ‘who dis?’ moment. Every superhero and their side kick features in this movie and at the pace it moves, there’s scarcely a moment for introductions, and there’s definitely no back stories offered.

The movie starts off flying and doesn’t slow down. Tender moments are rushed through or inturrupted and personal conflicts are resolved quickly and without a great deal of journey, thus giving the storyline a fairly superficial feel overall. Oddly enough it’s the antagonist, Thanos, who is given the greatest breathing room in terms of back story and character building and it’s he I felt drawn too rather than the superheros who, frankly, were getting around like headless chooks.

The Avengers themselves made new friends and many of them spent time running in squads that they don’t normally belong to. While it was fun to watch new interactions (Quill especially provided a bit of a laugh when meeting the Avengers, and I quite enjoyed the duo of Rocket and Thor), again, the rushed pace didn’t give the new relationships the time they deserved.

I’ll watch it again for the LOLs, but the formula did stick to the tried and tested Marvel style of witty one liners, big explosions and a male-heavy cast.

Overall though, the movie provided just enough dramatic tension and heart-string pulling to make it more than just a shoot-em-up comedy, and already I’m looking forward to what part two (yes, this movie is in parts apparently!) brings us.

The Possessive – A Teaser

The below is an excerpt from The Possessive, a Vampire/Witch romance now available on Radish Fiction.


She took both bottle and glass to the lounge room and dropped down onto the lounge, kicking her feet up onto the glass coffee table. She sipped the wine and pulled her laptop into her lap. She opened the lid and stared at the website that she’d been stalking for two weeks now.

Eli Damiani, CEO of the entertainment industry’s shining star SinCorp, has announced the purchase of five new land holdings across City Central and Hamilton Bay and says that SinCorp plans to use at least three of these holdings to open new nightclubs.

Despite vocal objections from local lobby groups that insist Damiani is creating a culture of ‘booze and strippers’ in otherwise upper class neighbourhoods, stock prices for SinCorp have soared to over $121.61 per share.

Soph let her eyes drift from the article that she’d already read a dozen times to the accompanying picture. Eli Damiani stared back at her, his arms crossed over his chest and a knowing smirk on his lips.

In the two weeks since they’d had drinks together she’d only seen him a handful of times across the street. He’d never noticed her. She sighed and opened a new browser. Maybe she should Google Marco instead.

A loud crash behind her made her jump and someone began hammering on her door. She lurched to her feet to open it, aware in the back of her mind of the fact that her doorman, Harvey, hadn’t buzzed her to tell her someone was coming up.

She put her hand on the door knob and felt her amulet flare hot against her chest. The warning didn’t deter her; she pulled the door open.

Eli was there, his dark hair in a tousled – as if he’d been running – and his eyes wild with panic. His chest heaved and he was braced against the door frame as if some invisible force was stopping him from coming inside.

Beyond him, she could see that the door to the fire exit had been almost ripped from its hinges and from within she could hear a guttural shriek echoing up the stairwell. It was coming closer.

“Soph,” Eli begged, his voice hoarse, “please let me in.”