I enjoyed Avengers Endgame. In fact, I liked it so much that I’m not going to address the part that made me roll my eyes (that everybody in my twitter feed LOVED). I don’t feel that it’s worth nitpicking this, the first and only culmination of a ten year cinematic arc. To be able to bring that much storytelling to a satisfying conclusion is nothing short of incredible.
I don’t really get excited for films any more. Perhaps it’s a reflection of my life stage that I don’t have hours to spend pouring over trailers or blog post theories or wiki sites. I will typically give a trailer one or two viewings and move on, reasoning that my next taste of the action will be whenever the film hits a convenient medium. That said, last year’s successful resurrection of the Star Wars franchise did have me looking forward to some spinoff stories. Considering what Disney/Marvel has been able to do with the MCU, I was happy to hear that we’d be fleshing-out the world in a way that only the expanded universe had attempted in the past.
I was listening to the Burton and Scrooge podcast the other day, when host Roger Edwards said something that made me pause and reflect upon my own behavior. Near the closing of the show, he noted how, at a recent movie theater visit, many small children were present at a film that was obviously not appropriate for a young audience. As I was nodding along and heartily agreeing about how parents should be more cautious about exposing their children to some of these images and messages, it struck me that I am guilty of this very thing with my own kids. This train of thought has brought me to a familiar conclusion: parenting is tough! It’s the toughest thing I’ve ever had to do, and sometimes I fail miserably.
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*note: as the title indicates, this post contains spoilers. Not just spoilers, but THE BIG spoiler. The one that you definitely don’t want to read about if you haven’t seen the movie yet. That is, of course, unless you’re that guy who wants to throw all emotional attachment to the wind and watch from a purely academic sense – the all-knowing, all-seeing movie god who scoffs at the little folks surrounding you in the theater and their utter lack of foresight. Seriously, though, don’t be that guy.
Over Christmas break, all of the planets aligned and I was able to take the entire family to see the first Disney-driven Star Wars film: The Force Awakens. My oldest two were able to attend an opening-day showing thanks to some friends who procured advance tickets. However, my wife and I and the youngest two were seeing it for the first time and none of us had scoured the Internet for plot clues or paused/analyzed the trailers on YouTube. In other words, we were blissfully ignorant heading into the film.
Hey, good readers! I’ve recently written a post that did not align well with the gaming theme of this blog. As such, my friend Roger has graciously agreed to host it over at Contains Moderate Peril. It’s a speculative post about how the teams of the superhero civil war might look in Marvel’s next Captain America film. If that kind of thing is of interest to you, please go check it out!