Seeing Pepper Potts rock an Iron Man suit is one of the big, fun surprises of that final battle. And, with Tony now dead, doesn’t the world seen need an Iron Man? Or, better yet, an Iron Woman?

I think they could have easily turned him back to normal with another time jump or via a half-dozen other ways. Not “fixing” him just created a gag that overstayed its welcome by about two hours. Sort of like if they had cracked a joke about Cap’s ass in every single scene. They did the same sort of thing at the end…

And finally, Tony. I don’t mind Tony dying, it’s the way he died and how his character works in this movie that I mind. He meets his father, who told him not to let work get in the way of personal life, then he goes and dies for his Avengers “work” and leaves his wife and daughter.

Really? I hated that. At first, it was like, “Oh, haha. That’s a funny sight gag. Didn’t see that one coming...”

Oof. Yeah, that was bad. Whenever, in the course of a superhero movie, you have the heroes blatantly posing for a “team shot,” it tends to take the audience right out of it, and whenever it’s blatantly thematic (in this case, yeah, “grrrl power!”), it’s doubly awkward. It’s like, “Okay, you know you can pose for Hot…

I think what annoyed me about the use of time travel in Endgame was that, typically, when a movie employs time travel in a way that creates a plot hole or narrative inconsistency, it’s because the writers are oversimplifying the device so that the audience can appreciate the premise without getting bogged down in the…

I had mixed feelings about this episode, and like a lot of fans, I could probably drone on about the merits and weaknesses of the battle all day, but this is my “concise” view:

Ew. Mark-Paul Gosselaar went full Haley Joel Osment on us....

Yeah, I agree with that one. It’s a largely forgettable movie, but it does get a gold star for making the most of a character concept that could very easily have come across as campy and hokey-looking. But “not looking ridiculous” isn’t really the same as “great,” and First Avenger should be lower. So should…

Yeah, I started using it just this year, and that’s basically how I described it: “Oh... It’s just Facebook for illiterates...”

That man does love him some incest...

Yeah, I mean, it’s entirely possible that Omid’s a woman, that he or she sincerely believes that he/she has the moral high ground (however misdirected), and/or that there’s some legitimate story of victimization underlying all of this, but realistically — no, nope, nuh-uh — it’s much, much more likely that this is…

Anthony: So, did you do it?

Because when you stand in front of a room full of movie studio executives and say you’re going to artificially age the pretty blonde lady, they tear you apart and sacrifice your entrails to their pagan cocaine god.

Eh, I’m not upset. It’s kind of like being at a barbecue and you happen to know based on past experience that some of the guys there are going to be able to grill up a tasty burger, but this one specific guy is going to burn the meat into an undigestable hockey puck. It’s nothing to have a conniption fit over, but if…

First, “don’t hate the player, hate the game” is one of those not-quite-clever sayings that needs to die in a fire, right next to “they hate us ‘cause they ain’t us” and “I didn’t come here to make friends” and “if you can’t handle me at my worst, you don’t deserve me at my best.” It belongs on a revolving bumper…

[Olivia] was passionate about her career, and now everything she built has imploded before her eyes . . .

Rian Johnson said that after completing his work on his current film . . . he will be “going back to a galaxy far, far away” to work on his previously announced trio of Star Wars films.

It should be added that fighting is a lot like driving or fucking. Most people are terrible at it, but — for no reason whatsoever — have this idea that they’re perfectly competent, if not high-fivingly skilled, at it.

I was at a “dads’ night out” last night, and there was so much vitriol about that song. I don’t know why, but listening to songs - even inane, overly simplistic ones - again and again and again just doesn’t bother me. It’s kind of like that SNL skit logic where a gag will just go on and on, and while it may stop being…