AVENGERS : ENDGAME (No Spoilered Review)
I went. I almost Hulk-hugged the ticket girl who reserved my tickets a month ago. I refrained from scaring the daylights out of her. I saw. I sighed. I smiled. I chuckled. I laughed/neighed like a horse. I whooped with glee. I hollered with hope renewed. I got my heart broken. I got my emotions all over the place. I got my battle. Oh.the.battle. I screamed with joy. I almost knocked out a girl's eye in my enthusiasm. She was too busy screaming herself. I clapped till my hands were red and sore. The theatre went nuts. (not because of my hands). I got my heart broken again. I sobbed again. But I got the Endgame that I, as a loyal, steadfast, joyous fan of MARVEL FOR 10 years deserved. And at the end of it all, in true blue Avenger post-mayhem tradition, my brother and I got ourselves some Shawarmas.
Thank you, MARVEL. Thank you, Russo Brothers. Thank you, Stan Lee. Thank you, all my fictional superhero/ine hearties for fostering imagination, the joy of a story well-executed and a fangirling enthusiasm in me that may be mocked by the realists but is truly appreciated by the ones who I love to 3000.













