There comes a time when one is asked to look into the luminous computer generated eyes of a smiling, cherubic, tiny piece of driftwood, and instead of feeling enchanted, one feels a Sartrean nausea at the thought of the thousands of manhours and millions of dollars that went into designing and producing that driftwood. And the additional thought that no matter how rote and programmatic the Marvel Cinematic Universe becomes one will still sit there and bear witness.