After however many hours over the course of six weeks trudging through Game of Thrones, its default visuals and world-building demolition, I can only come away from Nausicaä thankful. For a fantasy with its conflict rooted in planetary entanglement, a protagonist whose environmental attachment and sense of good is sincere, and animation that gives as much attention to the gentlest breeze as the brightest explosion, both to remind the viewer: We can be our undoing.
Made for me personally by the Devil. Pat Benatar, Cher, Peter Gabriel, Enya, and the X-Men all made to mean nothing. An emotional and ideological vacuum with worse visual FX than even the MCU. It hates you, the captive audience. It's a formal wreck, but not even in an interesting or intentional way. Every reference to pop culture and to the genre and to identity politics draws us further away from its greatest sin, which is that it asks us to take its cliched story seriously.
There was a good X-Men blue and gold costume.
Suffers for all the same reasons as Infinity War and does nothing to redeem Part I, but where that ending felt like a prank, Endgame enjoys an undeniable third act and delivers something this serialized universe has been missing since The Avengers: closure. The fan in me was serviced and the crowd in me was pleased. I can’t wait to geek out about it with you.