Tragedy has set Hawkeye adrift. Harry Hudson Discusses Journey With Cancer and How ‘Just Living’ Inspired His New Album, Tony Lewis, Bassist and Singer for British Pop Rockers the Outfield, Dead at 62, Steve Perry Looks Back on Touring With Van Halen and the Eddie Collaboration That Might Have Been, ‘Tenet’ Review: Christopher Nolan’s Knockout Arrives Right on Time, ‘Bill & Ted Face the Music’ Review: Third Time’s a Most Excellent Charm, ‘Personal History of David Copperfield’ Review: Dickens, Served with a Side of Absurdity. For a movie bursting with action and culminating in a one-for-the-time capsule showdown, Endgame starts on a quietly reflective note. But you can’t have everything, and Endgame at least gives these actors something to work with. Iron Man has retreated into the cocoon of family life with wife Pepper Potts (Gwyneth Paltrow). It’s not an ardent and artful game-changer like Black Panther; there probably isn’t a Best Picture Oscar nomination in its future. But I do care about the work of the actors who appear in them, performers like Chris Evans and Scarlet Johansson, Chadwick Boseman and Robert Downey Jr., Zoe Saldana and Jeremy Renner. And so, in this moment, we know what’s going to happen before Hawkeye does: He turns away from his family for just a millisecond, and in a blink, they’re gone. And Black Widow wonders if any sense can be made of it all. In the 2008 Iron Man, Downey brought a kind of frazzled elegance to the role of Stark—his nervous energy seemed to spark from his fingertips, as if it were too much for his body to contain. The grave course of events set in motion by Thanos that wiped out half the universe and fractured the Avengers ranks compels the remaining Avengers to take one final stand. It’s as if the Russo brothers have finally acknowledged that bigger, noisier battles amount to less rather than more. Audiences affection for these Avengers carries the film over its rough spots. It’s the movie’s single most gorgeous element, perfectly fitting for a guy who entered a 70-year sleep right after finding the love of his life. At least we can hope. The Russos and their writers clearly took pains to give nearly each character a gratifying arc, and a proper—if not necessarily soft—place to land. Who does that? With Endgame, from an original script by Christopher Markus and Stephen McFeely, the filmmakers take you places you can’t possibly see coming regarding who dies and who lives to tell their story. Don’t expect a typical happy ending. It’s an entertainment designed to please many, many people and disappoint as few as possible, extravagant without necessarily having a vision beyond its desire not to put a foot wrong. So if you expect a lot of specific “who lives, who dies” spoilers in this review, snap out of it. With Infinity War, the Russos left audiences with their mouths open in shock as beloved characters were reduced to dust and evil emerged triumphant. There are unexpected twists and moments of hilarity, as well as more serious scenes and themes. Evans’ Captain America has always been, physically speaking, the beefiest of all the Avengers, as sturdy and wholesome as the “after” picture in a Charles Atlas ad. However, it is fair to say that Avengers: Endgame, directed by the Russo brothers — Anthony and Joseph — with a fan’s reverence for all that came before, is truly epic and thunderously exciting. You’ll laugh, you’ll cry, you’ll thrill to the action fireworks. Chris Hemsworth, as a Thor who has slid into a state of pot-bellied depression post-Thanos, gets a chance to reunite with his long-dead mother, Frigga (Rene Russo), in the kingdom of his birth, Asgard. His young daughter measures her devotion to him in multiples.