Dark film. Not just for the scenes of Tony Stark coming to grips with the aftermath of hanging out with the Avengers in New York, clutching at the shock of post-traumatic stress disorder. No. A lot of times when the magic of suiting up happens, it's void of daylight. Either through rubble or down by the docks. The key scenes happen when the sun is out of the way. We're dealing with darkness as it wraps its cloak with both hands.
Faulty repair jobs are commonplace now. One chink, one hairline fracture, and that's it. Into the bin without nary a thought toward patching things up. You build for churn and disposability. One day you'll wake up and everything will be zero generation once more because history only repeats when you mind the gap. Work to die and drop to your knees clutching your heart when the soul realises there's a better staircase to climb down.