Infinity War, man. 

It isn’t a movie. Not really.

Infinity War is an experience.

I don’t mean to say that this is the pinochle of filmmaking, or that Stanley Kubrick wishes he could make this. I’m not trying to be pretentious.

To me, Infinity War has the heaviest effect on my person emotionally. It ruins me. Disheveled. Take that however you want.

Infinity War isn’t about special effects, or action scenes, or how it’s edited, shot, acted. I can’t focus on any of those things because it truly brings me inside the world and makes me forget that I’m experiencing a peice of Fiction. I’m not sure you understand how rare that is for me.

To me, I wanna reiterate that this is 14000000% subjective, Infinity War is about feeling pain and dread. I feel it with every fiber of my being.

This was my last chance to experience Infinity War before Endgame. I wonder what will happen. So do Tony, Steve, Bruce, Thor, Natasha, Rhodey, and Rocket. That’s the point.