It happened about a week ago, maybe two, during a stroll past a movie theater. Lined up among the tiles of coming attractions was the scarlet and shadows poster for "Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness." But it wasn't until I noticed how close the May 6 release date loomed that my complete lack of urgency related to viewing it struck me in the chest – not with sonic boom's force but, rather, the weightless bounce of an errant dust bunny.
"Is it weird that I'm finding it difficult to care?" I asked my husband, the man who had a massive poster of Stephen Strange covering his bedroom wall when we were in college. If there were ever a guy who was ready for this flavor of Marvel Cinematic Universe action, he's it. Instead, he responded with and shrug and an "Eh!" before continuing to mosey along.
