We sent one intrepid writer to the AMC Loews Lincoln Square 13 Theaters in New York City to take on “The Ultimate Marvel Marathon” and, well, things got weird. Here’s how he felt about watching Guardians Of The Galaxy, the final film screened before watching the new Avengers: Age Of Ultron…..
I feel great. It’s inexplicable. I mean, it makes no sense whatsoever. I have been sitting in this chair for almost 26 hours. Sure, I’ve stretched between films, tried to purchase the least objectionable food, and drank a metric ton of seltzer water, but there is no explaining this feeling. But it also seems like people in the theater are giving me weird looks, so I don’t want to go too far down this road of self-investigation. Some doors are best left closed.
The movie induces a sense of floating. All cares have subsided, all desires sated, all needs met. It’s like 1984: I’m at a Marvel movie marathon. I have always been at a Marvel movie marathon. I will always be at a Marvel movie marathon. This is life. Words are becoming other words. Up the down staircase. Here we go.
Ughhhh not even looking forward to cap 3 now that Evans confirmed cap will be getting a girlfriend. The movie is stuffed enough without a random romance subplot (esp if it’s gonna be squicky Sharon/steve which I bet it will be).