I CAN’T remember anticipation like it. Perhaps The Force Awakens? But that felt more nostalgia than frenzy.
At this preview screening for the climactic Avengers movie (which brings the story of 22 films over the past ten years to a close) grown journalists were seen running through Leicester Square to queue three hours before it started.
That’s unheard of.
Like the Game Of Thrones finale will prove, it’s nearly impossible to please everyone.
Yes, Endgame is a spectacular piece of film-making that, given the feast of characters with their own fanbase and storylines, manages to weave its way through a hugely complex set of events whilst paying homage to easily the largest ensemble cast cinema has ever seen.
It’s funny, exciting, satisfying. It’s also a straightforward tale involving the gang trying to reverse the Thanos snap and it’s this core that felt a bit lacking.
There are throwaway events I found unexpected, welcome and rewarding (fans get almost everything they want) but the emotional heft of the film, which I’d been bracing myself for, never really comes.
Small change though, as this is a breathless three hours involving many worlds, many . . . ah I’ve said too much.
A fitting end in many, many ways I’m not allowed to say! Bravo Avengers, I’ll miss you (especially you pal).