(Note: The following is an
attempt at a spoiler-free review of Avengers: Endgame. Even though I would like
to think I succeeded, read at your own risk.)
The ending of a long-running story can be emotional for any big fan,
especially if they have been following it since the beginning. Upon viewing the
original Iron Man in a theater back
in 2008, I never thought there’d be such a thing as the Marvel Cinematic
Universe until that first post-credits scene, let alone seeing it build up over
11 years to tell an epic story on such a grand scale. The last time I had felt
such emotions was seeing the Harry Potter
film franchise run for the span of 10 years as it adapted all seven books in the
build-up to Harry Potter and the Deathly
Hallows, Part 2, and so I began to feel very nervous as the release for Avengers: Endgame drew closer, more so
right before my screening in a theater. Thankfully, my fears were alleviated
upon getting to finally see it, as it turned out to be one of the best Marvel
movies I had ever seen and well worth the emotional investment of all 22 movies
(so far).