I went to see Iron Man 3 last night, and I have to say I loved it. My reasons were largely the same as everyone else’s; the banter, the romance, the high-flying derring-do. However, in that theatre, hidden from the rest of the audience, I was mentally and physically wrestling with a comparatively minor part of the film.
I’m used to the twinges shooting through my wrists and up to my palms and fingertips; the heart palpitations, the facial tics. The jumps. I’ve experienced the symptoms of panic attacks in countless movie theaters when I’ve been able to force myself out of the house to go and sit in one, enjoying the company and the spectacle but all the time quietly, secretly wishing that it was over. I’m used to counting the minutes, the seconds. Turning my head away during action sequences in space or in midair— of which there have been many in the Marvel movie universe. I force myself, I will myself to go and enjoy these films with my friends because I love them. Some days are better than others.
What I wasn’t used to was seeing myself on screen.
SO! Meta-ass has Heaven all to himself, now. His revenge is complete.
It’s a place he’s envisioned for thousands of years, a true paradise of his own making. But, he might have a few little problems didn’t foresee…
I think he’s gonna be looking at the new Team Free Heaven.
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