Originally featured on Elephant Journal September 10, 2019
“I ruined “The Avengers: Endgame” for my family.
I couldn’t get past the imagined trauma of all the people who were brought back at the end.
What if their loved ones moved on? What about their children being five years older? What about children coming back to find their parents maybe died in the intervening years?
The trauma of suicide. Cancer. Disease. Heartbreak. It’s a mind-f*ck.
My husband pointed out I was spending too much time analyzing a movie about superheroes and space and aliens and time travel and magic stones. And my response was: If I’m going to watch a movie based on such an absurd premise, I want it to be believable. I want writers more clever than me writing something engaging. And the writers of “Endgame” totally lost the plot.
But what really terrified me was Captain America. He went back in time to choose someone. Listen to how crazy that is. How does his relationship survive that kind of pressure? That’s a lot to ask of someone; I chose you. I came back in time to…”
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