I watched Avengers: Endgame yesterday and now find myself in the Rotten Tomatoes nine percent of audience members who did not care for the movie.
It’s not something I set out to do. I wanted to like this movie so I prepared myself to be the best audience member that I could be. I went to the theater and watched Captain Marvel last week.
Captain Marvel, or as I was lead to believe, would be a central figure in Avengers: Endgame. That’s what the after credits scene of Avengers: Infinity War indicated. I wanted to go into Avengers: Endgame fully prepared with the knowledge needed to appreciate her participation. As it turned out, I needn’t have bothered. It was an unnecessary move on my part.
In fact, not only did I watch Captain Marvel, I re-watched Antman and the Wasp and Avengers: Infinity War. This might have been part of my problem with watching Avengers: Endgame. I was blown away with how great Captain Marvel was. It’s truly one of the best movies in the Marvel Universe. I re-watched Avengers: Infinity War on Sunday so watching Avengers: Endgame on Monday would be a natural progression in the story. Captain Marvel and Avengers: Infinity War were so good, in comparison the poor storytelling in Avengers: Endgame is glaringly obvious.
I cannot get into detail because I do not want to engage in spoiling it for anyone who has not seen it yet. People who spoil movies are almost as bad as people who don’t vaccinate their children or urge other parents not to vaccinate their kids. People like Jenny McCarthy.
How bad was Avengers: Endgame?
I disliked Avengers: Endgame so much that I cannot ever envision myself watching it again. This is the first time I’ve felt that way with most of the other 22 Marvel movies. I’ve re-watched most of them and enjoyed them. I’m up for re-watching any of the Marvel movies. Except for this one. There’s nothing in it I care to see again.
This is the first Marvel movie that I can ever remember watching that contained scenes that made me cringe with embarrassment. Speaking of embarrassment, when the movie was over, someone in the theater began clapping. If they thought the rest of us would join them, they were wrong. Few things sound more pitiful than one person clapping in a movie theater. It sounds almost as bad a Jenny McCarthy giving medical advice.