In 2008 the Marvel Cinematic Universe debuted with Iron Man. 11 years and 22 movies later, the first epic cycle draws to a conclusion with the release of Avengers: Endgame (yes, I know technically Phase 3 concludes with Spider-Man: Far from Home, hush).
Yes, there will be more Marvel Super-Hero movies. I know that. You know that. We all know that. But I was not ready.
I was not ready.
You would think that after 22 movies (yes, I have seen them all. More than once) it would be satisfying to come to some sort of conclusion. And it was. But I also found out that I was not quite ready for the shape of that conclusion. Yes. The movie is out and I’m not going to spoil it. But there were conclusions and then there were CONCLUSIONS. Some were happy. Some were sad. Some were happy and sad. And damnit I was not ready. When I go see it again, I will probably not be ready then either. Just like I was not ready for “the snap” in Avengers: Infinity War.
There are people that are going to nitpick little things. This character didn’t get enough screen time. What about this plot hole? Etc. I’m not one of them. I was glued to my seat the whole 3 hours and was not bored for one second. Go see the movie. Even the sad parts are worth it. Just bring some tissues. You’re gonna need them.
Oh, there is no need to sit through all the credits, there are no end-credit scenes. I’m just going to end with this. I loved this movie 3000, and I will always love cheeseburgers.
Disclaimer: I was invited to a press only screening of the film. All opinions are my own.