Review: Avengers Endgame
Opened with heartstrings jerked, hard
Move to flashbacks
I shall love Marvel forever for Pepper’s character development
That’s the end of my review for today. No, I am not spoiling it for the rest of you! But I will talk about the whole series arc, and what it gives me, the writer, as well as me the person and me the Mom.
Last night I went to see Avengers: Endgame with my children. This was partly to celebrate my youngest daughter attaining the age of 17, and partly… well, I hadn’t thought it through until we were all talking on the way home. My son will be 14 in a few months. Iron Man, his favorite of the 22 movies, came out eleven years ago. When he was 3. He has literally grown up with these films, they all have.
I’m not going to spoiler the movie, to the best of my ability. I will say that I’m tempted to go back and see it again, only this time with a notebook in hand. I want to write down some story beats for, um, recycling. I don’t believe I’ve ever been in any movie theatre before where the entire audience cheered, shouted, laughed, and clapped as much as this audience did. And that means the writers did something wonderful. They captured the hearts and imaginations of a lot of people. I’m sure there will be those in the comments that didn’t care for the Avengers arc. Eh. Nothing is good for everyone. Personally, I cannot stand the writer behind Game of Thrones, but even before he showed his repugnant inner self to the world, I’d read the first of those books, and knew I was going to hate the television show. So while everyone else is raving over it, Merch is everywhere, I’m over here going meh. This is normal. However, the Avengers arc is worth studying even if you didn’t personally care for the over-the-top comic book nature of the plot. Because it captured all these people and brought them together in something millions and millions of shared experiences makes very special.
I walked into Endgame last night having not seen all of the prequel movies. I rarely have time to sit and watch a movie. I also don’t sit still well, usually. I need to be doing something else with my hands while I’m watching. So when I tell you laughing that my Fitbit recorded the movie time as ‘asleep’ yesterday, you might get an idea of just how immersed I got into it. It didn’t matter that I’d dropped part of the plot threads. Even one of the major ones. The movie managed to make it all make sense, and keep the action going. My brother in law had warned us all that there is no place to take a pee break. He was right. Even my kids sat through the whole thing. Other than the tiny fussy baby in the back of the theater (who only made noise a little time during the movie, thank goodness), the whole audience was entranced and enthralled. I saw attendees ranging in age from seniors to wee smol children. This is the kind of storytelling I strive to attain.
Something else about the Avengers series. Yes, it’s comic book. Yes, everyone knows it’s not real life. There is no Hulk, or radiation that makes you into a superhero. But what there is, and what this modeled for my son and so many others, is heroism. Not the kind of heroics that are supers doing super stuff, but the smaller, quieter, more human traits of honor, self-sacrifice, and standing for what is right no matter what it costs. Perhaps the best of the characters in the movies are the most human. Hawkeye, Black Widow, Captain America. In the end, when it came down to it, they were the ones who had to work hardest and be the most vulnerable to keep up with the unreal powers of Thor and Captain Marvel, but you know what? They are better people than those two characters. And small spoiler alert (but I don’t think you’ll mind) in the end, Captain Marvel plays a very small role. The focus of the movie is on the very core concepts of the Avengers. Humanity is worth saving. I wrote that Captain Marvel was Human Wave, and so was this movie, even more so.
And that’s a message I think we can all get behind.