It’s been a long time coming. Avengers: Endgame (2019) is finally upon us – the culmination of over a decade of movies that we’ve followed since many of us were still kids and teenagers. But nothing could’ve prepared us for this one.
I’ve seen a lot of movies in the cinema – some better than others. And I’ve encountered (and often times, endured) many kinds of movie goers during my cinematic experiences. There were over 400 people in the cinema I watched this movie in, and never in all my years have I watched a movie with a crowd quite like this one.
The gasps were purer. The applause, more vibrant. The laughter, more alive. That was the effect that this movie had on people.
The first act of the film was nothing if not jaw-dropping – completely subverting every expectation you had going into the movie theater. The second act was fan service cranked-up to 11, but delivered in a way that reminds you of how far you’ve come with these characters. And the third act – oh, the glorious third act. Let’s just say that my heart was racing throughout that last act. I could feel every beat from inside my chest as the goosebumps came and went and came and went and came and went while the crowd applauded non-stop for that final epic act.
It was surreal. It was awe-inspiring. It was both heart-wrenching and euphoric. It is impossible to oversell just how much this movie will affect you because in spite it being a superhero film, the experience of watching Avengers: Endgame was just as much about the drama and emotion as it was the action and the thrill.
It’s a respectful and entertaining send-off for a franchise that helped define the pop culture scene for a generation. It may or may not be the ending you wanted, but it is the ending we all deserve. The ending that we all needed.