I liked Avengers: Endgame. It’s an eight out of ten and probably the best movie I’ve seen so far this year. But I’m unwilling to consider it the genre’s, or even the series’ best, just because it has a big battle, Tony Stark dies, and all our heroes come back to life, especially when the emotional build-up to these points is so forced. Congratulations to Marvel for having the highest-grossing movie of all time, even if it’s an ultimately unspectacular film. But I must give credit where credit is due. All hail Avengers: Endgame.
This Friday a biopic of JRR Tolkien, author of the Lord of the Rings, will hit theaters. I am skeptical about the film, but it is hardly undeserved. Plenty of storytellers, JK Rowling, CS Lewis, George RR Martin, Stan Lee, George Lucas, have constructed fictional worlds that are remarkably insightful and immersive. But Tolkien remains in a class of his own, a genius without par.
"Some people move on, but not us." The wait is over. Avengers: Endgame is here. Does it live up to the year long anticipation?