WiNK
As is the idyllic dream of many, I spent my spring break cruising through the rural farmlands of Pennsylvania, Virginia, and Maryland. On the last leg of my journey, my family and I were looking for something to do, just something to kill the time. Of course, at the top of the list was to see a movie. It just so happened that there was a theatre nearby in the small town of Roanoke, Virginia where we were staying, and even more conveniently, the recently released and extremely hyped Captain Marvel was showing. Being the character hinted to play a huge role in the Final Avengers movie, Avengers: Endgame, I all but had to go and watch this built-up flick. Even though I felt obligated to see it, my excitement levels were still high.
Arriving at the theatre did nothing to staunch the feelings of enthusiasm. It was a really cool place - a former concert hall where some great classical musicians had come to play in the past; sitting down you just got a great vibe. It was the kind of atmosphere in which watching something on the big-screen can become an experience to remember long into the future.
As the film began, my goodness, did these feelings change fast. After the first five minutes I knew I was in for one painful ride. I am going to give this review with as few spoilers as possible, so mostly I'll focus on the acting, which honest to god was some of the worst I've seen from a movie in a long time. Line after line made me cringe. I was becoming physically uncomfortable where I sat at some points just due to the sheer idiocy I was hearing from the mouths of the characters. I was ashamed at the performances I was seeing.
The plot itself was predictable at best. I saw mostly everything coming and the one twist which did surprise me was presented in which, for lack of a better word, was just flat out lame. At about the midpoint I began to trail off into my own inner thoughts, one thing which I pondered is: What happens at the premiere of a movie this underwhelming? Do fake faces of confidence and happiness at the final product rule, or is there a silent tension in the room as the cast members watch in horror as they underachieve in the acting department?
I was eventually jolted back to attention, and as I finished the movie I saw another one of the huge misses by the directors, as one of the first female superheroes to recieve their own movie Captain Marvel was a groundbreaker. The directors certainly didn't dance around this point, trying to implement in many parts scenes of woman empowerment, and all glory to them - this was the perfect film for that. But sadly, I must say, they didn't do these scenes justice. Tackiness and a feeling that they were forced into the plotline when there were much better areas to pursue them just made their impact less powerful.
Exiting the theatre my feelings of disgust turned to those of fear. I remembered that Captain Marvel could be a big part of Avengers: Endgame. Unless Brie Larson the actor who plays Captain Marvel gets on a bus back to acting school she could single handedly doom the movie I am most excited for this year. I hope you have broken out in a cold nervous sweat just as I did writing this last part, and please pray for Endgame.