Projections at the moment are that The Avengers will top $500 million worldwide by the end of this weekend. And assuming that tickets sales remain constant over time (which seems perfectly reasonable according to all of the statistics I’ve taken), then sometime around November it will have made more dollar bills than there are hydrogen atoms in the universe. Of course, the success hasn’t quite sunk in yet, since when Joss Whedon threw a two week long party at his house with actors and cameras, the result wasn’t a coke fueled orgy to shame Charlie Sheen, but instead a micro budget adaptation of Shakespeare’s Much Ado About Nothing.
I always thought a staycation meant not wearing pants for two weeks, but no, Whedon has to go and class everything up with productivity and Shakespeare.
There are a few names involved that might be familiar in these parts: Nathan Fillion, Alexis Denisof, Amy Acker, Sean Maher, Tom Lenk. Oh there are a dozen others too, but those are the ones that stick out to my Whedon-addled mind. The beans were spilled on the project when Maher and Fillion (along with costume designer Shawna Trpcic who apparently lost most of her name’s vowels in a tragic Scrabble accident) tweeted the link to the website and confirmed the project was real.
A career is what you get paid to do. You might even love the hell out of it. But a passion is something that even if you do it all day, you then stay up at night and on your vacations doing the same damned thing. Between Dr. Horrible and this, it’s very clear that this is what Whedon does. Cameron might go to the bottom of the ocean, Kevin Smith wanders around chatting to people, but Whedon goes home and makes movies. And that makes me inordinately happy in my shrivelled prune of a heart.