Endgame, Finally

For weeks and weeks and weeks and weeks and weeks and weeks, Brandt has been desperate to see Endgame.  We have watched the trailers, Brandt has read online theories about what will be in the film, and I, of course, watched Infinity War in preparation.  Brandt watched with me.  Kent, too.  Paul Moreland got advance tickets for the opening night and invited Brandt to go with him, and Brandt was horrified to learn that we were going to be in Idaho on opening night and he wouldn't be able to go.  He begged me to get tickets in Idaho so we could still see it on opening night, but as we didn't really know what was going to be going on, I told him he was going to have to wait.  He'd waited months already, what was a few more days? 

Before going to Idaho, I purchased tickets online for this afternoon, only four days after opening.  We invited Paul who happily joined us for his second viewing, and we went with great expectation.  I will admit that I cried on and off through the movie, from the opening scene to the end, and was only disappointed by one thing.  There were issues that didn't make sense, but we all liked it, and I think Brandt will be able to sleep soundly tonight, having had Endgame resolution.  My favorite parts were the mention of America's a**, fat Thor, "Hail Hydra," Captain America being worthy to wield Mjolnir, and Ironman's last line. Good stuff.  Here's to movies that suck you in and make you want more and more.