The few things left unexplained are finally unraveled, and naturally, we learn that I am once again correct.
Oh look. I’m reading a similar story oh, the second thousandth time around.
Big monsters, big explosions, big destruction. What else can I ask for from a movie like this?
Uh-oh, Vision is onto Wanda. Also, Evan Peters. Gross.
Big beefy hockey players glowering and scowling. I’d prefer more boinking and frisking instead, but that’s just me.