Movies should not be longer than 97 minutes.  Counting credits. That’s my rule. I developed it over a year ago in the throes of my now perpetual 1980s/early90s binge, and I stick by it. Oh, sure, there are some movies that defy this rule of mine. But, they are the exception, and in being the exception prove the rule. So, how do I feel about Avengers: Endgame being 182 fucking minutes? You know, I’m happy for as much of the original crew as they’re going to give us, for one last time. But, who knows. Maybe my feelings will change in a month.

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