Over the span of its three-hour length, Avengers: Endgame cobbles together all the strengths and a few of the flaws of Marvel’s cinematic expanse into one burly narrative.
Aggressively middling sequel goes through the motions to such a degree that even Downey Jr. can’t save it. Miscast Mickey Rourke shoplifts Malkovich’s moose-and-squirrel accent from Rounders. And somebody somewhere…
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