Alan Mattli’s review published on Letterboxd:
Running on fumes. With the exception of that pitifully desperate mid-credits scene, this is probably the breeziest, most likeable, least grating Marvel movie in a while – but at this point in the franchise history, landing a few jokes, sporting some visually coherent (if otherwise forgettable) fight scenes, and not unduly stretching the material to epic-crossover length just doesn't cut it anymore. What might have been a perfectly decent way of killing two hours six or seven years ago (and, in a way, it still is, I guess) is now caught in the maelstrom of diminishing returns, begging the question what yet another spin on the Guardians of the Galaxy or Ant-Man formula can offer. Ultimately, however, this is brought down by its shoddy, rushed script, whose main strategy for keeping proceedings moving at a steady pace is to cut corners in characterisation and emotional grounding to such an extent that every semi-serious gesture the movie makes immediately feels like parody.