In previous reviews I’ve called Marvel films ‘comic book films’. For Avengers: Endgame that just won’t do.
With Avengers: Endgame, the Infinity Saga has fully transcended the medium it’s used for inspiration. No longer a ‘comic book movie’, it’s truly an event, and a devastatingly effective one. I can barely believe it; the Russo Brothers have stuck the landing.
A twenty-two movie story that has introduced characters many thought impossible to represent on screen. It’s epic, and I don’t know if we’ll ever see anything like it again, even from Marvel.
This story, how much it covers, and its ramifications, will take me weeks to unpack and fully comprehend. I won’t be able to watch the previous films in quite the same way again.
In some ways I can’t fully review this film. My usual stance on spoilers is particularly heightened here, but it’s also not your usual movie. It’s a minefield of history, relationships, details and expectation that make it so much more than the usual trip to the cinema. What I can say is that I ran the full gamut of emotion – laughter, cheers, worry, sadness, despair, shock – all of it. It all felt earned and it all felt right. To put it into context, I wept at the end of the Nolan Batman Trilogy, but this eclipsed it.
There are two things you should be aware of. Firstly, you need to be fully clued up to get the most out of it as the fan service dial has been turned all the way up. I’m so pleased that this is in no way a jumping point. Secondly, things must be serious when there’s this amount of cussing.
I want to talk to you about it all. The highs, the lows, the woahs. It’s a level of awesomeness that I’m struggling to comprehend. In time I’m sure there will be niggles, or things I would have liked to see. However, as a conclusion to the Infinity Saga, Avengers: Endgame is not only what we wanted but also so many things we didn’t know we needed. A colossal achievement.