Emma John meets Joss Whedon, the Buffy and Avengers guy whose latest movie is a spot of backyard Shakespeare
Joss Whedon is standing in the Forbidden Planet comics store in London, surveying a row of plastic action figures. There are Gandalfs and Frodos, Batmen and Ironmen. Whedon points out the few female characters - pert young warrior princesses - all standing in the same pose: shoulders back, cleavage thrust forward. This, he explains, is the reason he resisted a Buffy doll.
Until last year, Whedon was a writer and director best known for his television creations. Buffy The Vampire Slayer and its spin-off, Angel, were cult classics, the just-home-from-school fantasy shows that made vampires sexy long before R-Patz and Kristen mooned at each other in Twilight. Then Marvel handed him the biggest toy set they had: Avengers Assemble, a film that trapped their greatest superheroes in one megalithic, extortionately expensive movie. Thor! ... Hulk! ... Captain America! ... Robert Downey jnr! It came with a price tag of no less than $220 million; Whedon turned it into the third highest-grossing movie of all time. "I kept telling my mum that reading comic books would pay off," he deadpans.
Whedon makes a pilgrimage to Forbidden Planet whenever he comes to London. He might be the Hollywood director responsible for the most successful film of 2012 - he has a house in Beverly Hills and Scarlett Johansson on speed-dial - but the creator of Buffy is still very much a fanboy. Like J.J. Abrams, who controls the parallel universes of Star Trek and Star Wars, Whedon is proof that the geek can inherit the earth. In fact, before Avengers came along, Whedon was worried that the zeitgeist had overtaken him. "When Sam Raimi made Spider-Man, I was like - 'gah, I wanted to be the guy who got it right!' When I saw The Dark Knight I was like, 'oh, now it's post-modern ... They're doing the superhero Godfather!' So I guess it's over and I didn't get to make one ..."
For a certain type of entertainment fan, Whedon's arrival in the mainstream (last year also brought The Cabin in the Woods - a clever meta-horror flick) is particularly satisfying. Even if you don't care for vampires and werewolves, he can make you laugh. If you enjoyed Toy Story, chances are you were laughing at the brilliant repartee he wrote for it; if you followed the US election on Twitter, you probably saw his home-made ad, endorsing Romney as the only candidate who could bring about the zombie apocalypse. But Whedon's genius is never going to be the kind recognised by the "serious" awards - at last year's Oscars, Seth MacFarlane told the audience, "The Avengers was the most popular movie of the year ... which is why it was only nominated once." Whedon shrugs off the snub. "If you make a movie where you're just trying to delight people, and you want them to come out overjoyed, then ... you're f***ed." So meeting him is the ultimate geekout. He has a russet beard, a dress-down look, and kind-dad eyes, and is every bit as genial and funny as his on-screen creations. When we meet in the morning he is making coffee in his hotel room. "I have an obligation to do press, but I don't have an obligation to stay out dancing until 3am," he says, guiltily. Tom Lenk, one of the actors who works with him regularly, has told me that they share a passion for disco, although I can't quite picture Whedon throwing shapes. But then I also can't imagine him facing down an intimidating and costly constellation of stars (including Samuel L. Jackson and Gwyneth Paltrow) and their egos. "I had one bad week where some people lost confidence in me," he admits. "But I told them to shut up and got on with my work."