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Commercial speech is a form of protected communication under the First Amendment, but it does not receive as much free speech protection as forms of noncommercial speech.

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this is pretty much how I felt about this film
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The only complaint about Avengers: Endgame is that it raises the bar so high that there may well never be a superhero movie to match it.

It represents a staggering achievement on several fronts, none perhaps quite as startling as its absolute mastery of narrative. The job for Kevin Feige, the presiding genius at Marvel, fraternal directors Anthony and Joe Russo, and writers Christopher Markus and Stephen McFeely, was simple.

To finish Marvel's first decade and clear the ground for the second, all they had to do was to tie up all the myriad strands of plot and countless emotional conflictions left dangling by the 22-strong series launched by Iron Man in 2008.

Oh yes, that and deal with the aftermath of last year's Infinity War, which climaxed with Thanos, Josh Brolin's impressively nuanced monster, annihilating half the population of the universe. It is as hard to convey the complexities of that challenge as to contain my awe at how sublimely they rose to it.

Clever people talk about superhero movies as modern religion for the unbeliever. If so, Endgame is the godless version of The Greatest Story Ever Told.

It starts where Infinity War ended with Thanos snapping his fingers. That turned 50 per cent of the cosmic population, a plethora of Avengers included, to dust.

Endgame kicks off with Jeremy Renner's Hawkeye, who missed that cataclysm, bemused by the spontaneous vanishing of his wife and kids. So begins a kind of intergalactic Wild Geese, as the old gang are rounded up for one last hurrah.

With Black Panther, Star Lord, Vision and many others vaporised, it's down to Iron Man (Robert Downey Jr) and Captain America (Chris Evans), the unofficial guv'nors, to lead Thor (Chris Hemsworth), Black Widow (Scarlett Johansson) and a hilariously affable Hulk (Mark Ruffalo) back to war.

Newbie Captain Marvel (Brie Larson) pitches up in a fantastically cool orange spaceship and a surprisingly small part. Paul Rudd's engagingly star struck Ant-Man is also on hand to lend more than comic relief to a film that couldn't need it less. There are more belly laughs here than in the last dozen comedies I've seen combined.

From Iron Man to Spider-Man, who lived and who died in Infinity War

At its core, however, this is a loving eulogy to the stalwarts who have come to feel like old friends to the fans to whom this movie is presented as an overwhelmingly bounteous gift.

Five years after the pan-cosmic genocide, the traumatised survivors are in neither the mood nor the shape for a mission calculated by Benedict Cumberbatch's Doctor Strange (the briefest of cameos) as a 14 million to one shot.

A depressed Thor is in beer-bellied retirement. Iron Man has settled down with Pepper Potts (Gwyneth Paltrow) and their little girl. Captain America is content with the quiet life. But you don't get to become a habitual saver of all creation without a sense of duty. Reluctantly, they prepare to go to battle again.

Yet even if they have the will, how can they find a way? Wisecracky Back To The Future references betray a mild embarrassment about the methodology. But with trillions in need of resurrection, there is no other way.

Albeit disguised in the knowing recognition that time travel is the laziest device in the entire sci-fi playbook, it turns out to be a blessing. It opens up all manner of comic possibilities as the Avengers meet earlier versions of themselves (in even naffer outfits), and dramatic ones as they encounter the colleagues who do not exist in their present.

While the Mans Ant and Iron attempt to explain the quantum theory science, the only way to cope with the baffling temporal paradoxes is to recall David Tennant's Doctor Who's "wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey". Or to translate from the Gallifreyan: "Don't worry your silly little earthling brains. Sit back and enjoy the ride."

So far as the story goes, that's as far as anti-spoiler legislation allows. Suffice to say that the intricate details of the central plot and the many sub-plots are woven with a control and precision that beggar belief.

From first scene to the last, the writing melds the humour with profoundly touching pathos in a balance that, even by Marvel standards, is exquisite. So are the performances. After so many franchise outings, it would have been easy to phone in the last. But each of the leads, particularly Downey Jr - who deserves an Oscar nod - gives everything. Patriotic pride dictates a shout out to Karen Gillan, promoted to a front rank role as Nebula, Thanos's troubled part-cyborg daughter.

The support is glorious, with every old favourite (mine being Tilda Swinton's wondrously weird Sorcerer Supreme from Doctor Strange) given their moment.

As the tale darts through time and space, gradually building the epic atmosphere, elegantly resolving the romantic and parental issues strewn throughout the decade, all the stress is on character.

When the CGI pyrotechnic battle scene finally arrives, it has the flavour of a Renaissance painting of a scene from the Book of Revelation. I say nothing of the languid, heartrending emotional climax, beyond thanking my neighbour for giving some cover by sniffling through it himself.

If three hours looks an outrageously self-indulgent running time, not a second is less than transfixing. Despite setting that preposterously high bar, and lacking Strange's power to see the future, I cannot say that Endgame is the greatest superhero movie ever. But it is by half a galaxy the greatest yet, and the first truly great film this genre has produced.

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Avengers: Endgame review - Not a second is less than transfixing

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The only complaint about Avengers: Endgame is that it raises the bar so high that there may well never be a superhero movie to match it. It represents a staggering achievement on several fronts, none perhaps quite as startling as its absolute mastery of narrative.

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The most interesting fact about mass media to me is?

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The most interesting fact about mass media to me is?

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the social media aspect of journalism

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Messi 🐐 scores his 600th career goal for Barcelona with a Beautiful free kick!

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Messi 🐐 scores his 600th career goal for Barcelona with a Beautiful free kick!

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