Endgame

Well, that was a hell of a thing. First, it's LONG - three hours and one minute, in fact, and boy did it feel like it. It's the end of an era, and I don't have intelligent or eloquent things to say about it. Suffice to say that for better or worse the MCU changed cinema in some great ways, and whatever else I may feel, I'm thankful we've had it.

( high level spoilery, natch; no major plot details. mixed feelings; avoid if all you want is unmitigated squee )

That's basically it for now; I'm happy to talk details in the comments if you've seen it.

Ow.

The perils of not keeping up with laundry: pile of laundry + dark bedroom + socked feet + slippery wooden floors = Eleanor goes "whoops" and falls over and smashes her face into the bedside table. Thankfully the bruise shouldn't be too eye-catching.