Well, that was silly.
The first time I saw this, it was to see my most anticipated movie of the year.
The second time I saw it, it was to clarify my feelings.
The third time I saw it, it was to agonize over every frame of this movie, scrutinizing the logic and concocting my defenses from the critiques of the “bad fans.”
This fourth and possibly final time in theaters, more than a month after my first, I sat down to enjoy it…
I'm just... tired. So very tired.
I'm tired of the notion that Marvel Studios has somehow planted its flag upon the summit of mainstream popcorn entertainment, when the only summit it's touched is that of the interminably tasteful time-killer.
I'm tired the emptiness I feel each time I finish one of these things, of exiting the theater each time feeling like the only thought I was ever meant to fancy was how much I'd better be looking forward to the…