Much as I’d like to make this about me, I probably shouldn’t. The only problem is that the two directors of Avengers: Endgame, the Russo Brothers, kind of made it about me. Which is crazy because I’m just one person out there. How could these guys, with the help of writers Stephen McFeely and Christopher Markus, possibly create a movie that was about me, personally?
They just made a movie that managed to feel like a movie that I WANTED to see. Walking away from it, one thing is clear. It’s strange, though, in that it has two main branches. Less like Groot and more like a sense of authenticity, I would suppose.
What’s clear is that they are fans. That’s the headline. The subline has the two divergent paths. The first is the MCU. It is clear that they went into this with nothing but love for the MCU – authentic love, real love, the kind of love that really does echo “…ever”, leading the wise to hear the foreground of it. The second is the comics. This movie rewards those of us who have actually read the comics. The love that these creators have for the subject matter is palpable. For you comics fans out there, I challenge you to pick up on all the references front and center, and even those on the left, or maybe even coming up behind. But you’ll see them.
I was just about to write more, but I realized that if I were to do so, I would start spoiling this. So I’ll stop now. The Spoiler-ridden review of this movie will be posted in two weeks from today. Come on back at that time to see what kind of metaphors I can mix around in my review of Avengers: Endgame.
Until then, the Queen has spoken.