I tied him to a tree Because he scares me. Uncontrollable, messy, angry I bound his hands behind his back, Stuffed his mouth with rags, And stood aside to see. There we stand, Staring at each other. At peace Stable No disturbance, No confrontations, Quietness. I turn around, To go toward town. But hear a sound behindly. There he stands, untied and free. Gosh darn, you little brat You've escaped me.
If you ever intend to watch Avengers: Infinity War or Avengers: Endgame and haven’t yet, stop now. You’re about to walk into a minefield of spoilers for both films. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Also, even if you’re not into superheroes, push through the nerdy weeds: I think you’ll still find it meaningful.
First, let me gush for a moment: Endgame is an absolutely beautiful film, not perfect (there’s a few things that don’t work), but it’s beautiful, nonetheless. It’s packed with incredible acting (RDJ gives his best MCU performance, in my opinion), great writing, just the right amount of fan-service, and well-delivered themes. It made me laugh, cry, and even jump out of my seat from excitement.
Endgame is about grief and ending. Particularly, grieving death, loss, and failure. It’s the final chapter of the twenty-two-film story Marvel has been telling since the original Iron Man in 2008 and it carries it to a close masterfully.
Endgame is just that: the “The End,” the closing script, the goodbye. And I couldn’t have asked for a better one.
I could go on but you should just watch the movie for yourself.
The thing that has most stuck with me since watching it–and, what kept coming to mind when I thought about reviewing this movie, was Thor’s story arc.
(Spoiler alert!)
Yes, Fat Thor.
Let me explain…
(Herein lie the spoilers.)