Avengers: Endgame is why I have trust issues

Let’s cut to the case: Endgame was a terrible movie, and you should probably stop reading right now if you think otherwise. 

In short, there were 2 things wrong with the movie:

1. The story. Seriously, Fat Thor? And when Black Widow goes with Hawkeye to get the Soul Stone…did nobody else see that coming from a mile away? I can go on and on about this, but basically, the story wasn’t compelling at all.
2. The action. Um, there was barely any action in the first 75% of the movie. Did someone forget that this was a Marvel movie?

Other than that, I guess Endgame was okay.

What annoyed me the most, though, was how blindsided I was by it all. I had been looking forward to Endgame for months, and my expectations were sky high when it debuted to near universal praise by critics and audiences alike (it’s 94% on Rotten Tomatoes). 

Why didn’t anyone warn me that Endgame was a poor excuse of a Marvel movie and an utter waste of time? I mean, I probably would have seen it anyway, but at least I would have seen it with eyes wide open. I loved most of the Marvel movies I have seen, and I can safely say that Endgame is likely the worst one of all (although Iron Man 2 does give Endgame a run for its money).

This whole débâcle reminds me of a blog post I wrote a few years ago about how nobody has good taste anymore, and is yet another confirmation that you need a human curator (like yours truly) to tell you what’s actually good.

Unfortunately this just means I will continue to be distrustful of other people’s opinions when it comes to matters of judgment and taste, although now I will have a second litmus test to use on people to see if I should disregard everything say they have good taste or not (the first litmus test being the white meat / dark meat thing).

Having said all of that, I do have to address a recent incident that’s called my own judgment / taste into question, and for which I have since been viciously maligned in real life. Here’s the backstory: I have this friend who’s a puppy parent for an organization that trains service dogs for veterans. She showed me a picture of the puppy she was getting, and I made some snarky comment like, “He’s objectively not cute.”

I still stand by my comment because come on, Frankie (the name of the dog) in the picture above is fat and has lazy eyes. More importantly, my comment was meant to be A JOKE because to a certain degree, cuteness is subjective. Anyway, ever since then I have never heard the end of it, because unfortunately for me, Frankie turned out to be a(n objectively) cute puppy.

Offsetting his cuteness, though, Frankie has been extremely high maintenance, and has proved to me that even objectively cute dogs can be annoying. Nevertheless, I understand if other people doubt my judgment after seeing Frankie in real life and hearing what I said about him.

In conclusion, the truth remains that good taste is a rarity even in this digital age where people review anything and everything online. I still maintain that there’s such a thing as objective good taste (ahem, dark meat chicken), but maybe for things like puppy cuteness and other things that don’t matter, it’s subjective and in the eye of the beholder.