davidehrlich’s review published on Letterboxd:
and in the end it turns out the Marvel Cinematic Universe was just the story of Tony Stark trying to figure out faster and faster ways of getting dressed. a noble goal, to be fair, but still.
150 minutes of dank colors in deep space. precious few sparks of life. as much as i admired the film's penchant for sadism, the Russo bros continue to be the absolute worst.