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John DeCarli’s review published on Letterboxd:
This review may contain spoilers.
My new least favorite film of all time.
I wish I had the stamina to muster more snark for this review, but I'm too beaten down by this bloated, ugly piece of marketing masquerading as a film. The entire concept of this anti-cinematic universe makes each subsequent film more and more meaningless, but it's reached its nadir with the appropriately titled Infinity War. To my great shame, I've seen 90% of these films and it's still laborious and ultimately impossible for me to wade through this checklist of a movie. It's also lazy and deeply insulting for Infinity War to ask me to dutifully package up what little interest or sympathy I have for these characters over a decade plus of other films and gift it like charity to these filmmakers. Sorry, it's on you to make me care about a romance between a fucking witch and a sentient AI that I didn't know existed.
That would be bad enough (combined with the insane running time and complete lack of visual taste), but what separates Infinity War from the other, only marginally less offensive films is the gall to insist that it's remotely edgy or interesting that characters "die," as if the concept of killing a cash cow would ever cross the minds of this studio. These characters aren't dead, they're coming right back in the next film, making Infinity War less than meaningless.