The remedy for all of the chaos Thanos caused at the end of Avengers: Infinity Wars is time travel, so lickety split Tony Stark creates that - a kind of Fitbit, stop asking questions - and that out of the way, the rest of Endgame's three-hour runtime is able to focus on fan-pleasing stuff that has series' devotees tweeting how many times they laughed and cried and has them marvelling at which superhero did what, where and why, and who can now use whoever else's weapon and which two hugged - totally awesome - but none of it likely to jazz anyone who hasn't invested heavily in a bulk of the preceding twenty-one Marvel space opera cartoons which culminate here, for these non-fans, in a not-very-fun nor satisfactory cinema experience that wallows in the depressions and anxieties, traumas and mother- and father-complexes of myriad morose superheroes suffering in the aftermath of Infinity War, including, in what turns out to be the most peculiar and depressing story arc of the entire franchise, the thorough ruination of the character of Chris Hemsworth's Thor.
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