What you are about to read contains NO SPOILERS.
So, please continue without fear…
Fans of the Marvel Cinematic Universe have been waiting with bated breath for about a year for the arrival of “Avengers: Endgame” and no doubt have seen the film’s ambiguous trailer at least once – or, more likely, two dozen times.
The plot has been so shrouded in secrecy that one of the movie’s stars filmed a scene without any knowledge of what was happening with his or her character.
And I’m not an asshole. So out of respect for those who haven’t yet purchased tickets, everything here also is intentionally vague.
“Endgame” is the 22nd film in the MCU and has the enormous task of wrapping up the all-encompassing narrative with which we’ve been engrossed since 2008’s “Iron Man.”
And with so much to cover it’s no wonder this flick’s run time exceeds three hours; however, its pace keeps the action rolling such that you won’t even notice the time investment. But I wouldn’t recommend getting the extra-large beverage, because your bladder might be less forgiving than your brain.
Seeing the previous titles obviously is helpful, just to be sure that you’re neither missing nor confused by a face or a name or a reference – or a joke. And because this is Marvel, you know there will be humor.
My husband and I saw “Endgame” on back-to-back, opening-weekend nights, and reactions from the sold-out crowds at each showing made for an enthusiastically interactive experience, which was so much fun.
Viewers cheered and gasped and sniffled and laughed, all of which is typical – some more than others – when watching a Marvel flick.
But I think folks were more affected this time – because the investment is so extensive, and the stakes are higher than ever before: “Whatever it takes.”
This one signifies the end of an era, so it means a little bit more.
And audiences get that.
The only thing I will tell you for sure is that “Endgame” is worth it. Go see it. It’s a doozy, and it’s one final chance to see the “Avengers… assemble.”