Avengers: Endgame

Avengers: Endgame ★★★★½

This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.

This review may contain spoilers.

A fitting and satisfying end with a healthy (in both senses of the word)  fanservice, Avengers: Endgame, achieves a cinematic marvel that has never before been breached in traditional film. Endgame accomplishs usually what only television and books are only capable of doing: concluding an epic long fable with dozens of characters you love and know and saying goodbye that is bittersweet, but earned. 

Although, the Russo’s seems to lure you in with supposed stakes by drawing out the length and emotional scenes, we all knew that the casualty count was never going to be that high. Despite this, there was plenty of teary eyed scenes. I never thought I would seen a Dunkirk civilian boat like scene, but Endgame shows an almost defeated Captian America get backup in the best way possible.

The rule structures, e.g. the mechanics of time travel, are not very consistent/lucid and the power differentials between characters don’t quite gel as one might hope. Additionally, there wasn’t really any morality/ethical exploration or real takeaways on how to live your own life. But hey, that never really mattered in the first place. It’s comic book fantasy. It’s entertainment. What does is the characters that we know and love. 

The Avengers are our true justice friends that have grown in front of us throughout the years and being able to revisit old movies in the MCU during Endgame was nostalgia-porn, but again felt earned in the context of such an ambitious project get to this point. The Russos appear to intend to be self aware of this metacontex with Thor’s comically overweight body explaining the insanity of one of the MCU’s worst projects, Thor: The Dark World. 

At any rate, the most fascinating aspect of the film is it’s full on embrace of fanservice. It’s difficult to get away with it without seemingly like a capitalist pig begging for cash (I’m looking at you DC), Endgame provides a fanservice isn’t toxic at all, not filled with lore baggage (looking at you Star Wars fans) but rather a payoff-service of sorts. A long set up that took years, but as an audience we were never bored with. (Just ignore the first two Thors) Where a mutant Brooklynite grabs a hammer and does some lighting tricks and the audience goes wild. That’s the magic of the MCU.  When a literal GOD drinks too much, gets obese, and plays fortnite and we eat that shit up, that’s the magic of MCU. When an older middle aged man that has a nuclear reactor for a heart and has a suit of armor that shoots lasers then dies and we cry buckets, that’s the magic of fantasy. 

Thank you marvel for a wonderful ride! It was truly a once in a lifetime event and I’m glad I was here for it.

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