So I got a call from a friend a couple of weeks ago. He’s not much of a pop-culture guy, more of an academic who sticks to his studies and rarely looks up. But he’d begun hearing about something a lot and it had piqued his interest. So he asked me:
“What the hell is Endgame and why does everybody care so much?”
“Okay. Remember how excited we were as kids right before Return of the Jedi came out?”
“Sure. It was huge. All I could think about.”
“Now imagine instead of two films building up to that finale, it was twenty-one movies. Over the course of 11 years.”
“Jesus. People must be losing their minds.”
“Yeah, you could say that.”
This was the situation for so many of us last weekend walking into Avengers: Endgame: so much anticipation, so much trepidation that it couldn’t possibly live up to the hype.
Does it? Oh yes indeed. Without a doubt.
In fact, I loved it so much, I don’t want to take the risk of ruining it for anyone who still has tickets for later this week or this weekend. So return here next week for a long, spoiler-filled review of what just might be the biggest, most untoppable comic-book movie ever made.
And if you haven’t seen it yet and you love or even just like the Marvel movies, you owe it to yourself to see this one on the biggest screen you can and with a big crowd. Trust me.