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The Opening Song for Avengers: Endgame Is Going to Destroy Me

The remaining Avengers in a conference room in Avengers: Endgame.

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CinemaCon is delivering for us Marvel fans. With footage being shown to the audience, we’re hearing more and more about what to expect out of Avengers: Endgame, but opening with “Dear Mr. Fantasy” is a low blow, even for the Russo brothers.

As I’m writing this, I’m listening to the song that reportedly opens up Avengers: Endgame and willing my tears not to fall down my cheeks in an exceptionally dramatic fashion. I’m basically going to be Chris Pine at the Academy Awards while watching this movie.

Now that we’re closing in on Endgame later this month, rumors and leaks are running rampant around the internet, and everyone trying to find out as much as they can about the movie while still remaining appropriately unspoiled. (My addiction to the MCU is a major problem. I should probably seek help).

In a reveal of the opening scene of the movie, one fact stuck out for me: This is going to actually feel like a movie about war. For most superhero movies, we realize that there’s a fight going on, but by starting off Avengers: Endgame with “Dear Mr. Fantasy” by Traffic, it’s almost as if we’re in a Vietnam-era mindset. The song was written in 1967, at the heart of the war and at a time when civil unrest led to riots, but also gave us a time in musical history with an unmistakable feel.

Listening to the song, though, I have to ask what the Russo brothers are planning on doing to me. I grew up in a family that loved the music of the 60s and 70s, listening to things like “Dear Mr. Fantasy,” and all I can think about is the pain that this movie is going to cause me if this is how it goes down.

According to the footage seen at CinemaCon **mild spoiler ahead**, the film opens with Tony Stark and Nebula lost in space together, trying to make it to Earth with a ship that doesn’t really work. So, if this opening sequence is any testament to the pain we’re getting ourselves into with Avengers: Endgame, we should all prepare to feel numb for at least three months.

(image: Marvel Entertainment)

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