Captain America: A refreshingly real superhero for the ages
Chris Evans stars in Captain America: The Winter Soldier.
Tucked into a pocket of his workout sweats, Steve Rogers — aka Captain America, the serum-enhanced Yankee Doodle Dynamo who's spent the last six decades in deep freeze — keeps a notebook of cultural beats he's missed: Star Wars, Marvin Gaye, Thai food. If only he'd added '70s conspiracy thrillers to his list. First, so he could tell his boss's boss, Alexander Pierce (Robert Redford), "Hey, anyone ever tell you you look like that guy from Three Days of the Whatchamalit?" And second, so he'd realize sooner that he's been plunged into one.
Even among other furtive homeland-security cabals, S.H.I.E.L.D., the government agency at which the good Cap (Chris Evans) reservedly works, doesn't have the best record of transparency — or, frankly, homeland security. Under its watch, the planet's nearly been destroyed six times in four years, including the one when it ordered an atomic strike on Manhattan. With that failing grade, it's no wonder that S.H.I.E.L.D. bigwig Nick Fury (Samuel L. Jackson) is rushing the launch of three massive new mega-mega-mega-mega-drones programmed to neutralize threats before they attack.
But as anyone old enough remember our own War on Terror — and clear Captain America: The Winter Soldier's PG-13 restriction — knows, a government and its people have to agree on the definition of "threat." Especially Cap, since he's literally the arm of the law. Fury has warned him that the 21st century's battle lines are no longer as obvious as WWII's. Still, Captain America is upset to discover that an early hostage-rescue operation in the Indian Ocean had a secret, secondary agenda to be executed by inscrutable, accentless ex-KGB agent Black Widow (Scarlett Johansson), and that Fury expects him to get with the program even if he doesn't know what that program is. He's either with S.H.I.E.L.D. or against it, and soon, some members of S.H.I.E.L.D. decide they're against him.
Of all of Cap's superbuddies from his stint with the Avengers, the leather-clad Black Widow is the oddest and best choice for his sequel pas de deux. She seduces him, only half successfully, into joining the modern age.
First-time Marvel directors Joe and Anthony Russo hail from the far reaches of cult comedy (Arrested Development and Community — and yes, Danny Pudi's Abed has a cameo) and operate like their necks are still under a network's guillotine. The Winter Soldier has the taut nervousness of a story anxious to get in, get the job done and get out.
But they have no need for insecurity. The script is solid and the fight scenes are excellent. The Winter Soldier is the first Marvel film in forever that doesn't climax with our heroes mowing down a generic horde of non-human nobodies. This is bone on bone; Cap's like a pool shark plunking the eight-ball. Even the laconic, lethargic Fury has a fantastic car chase during which you're only slightly distracted by applauding Jackson for managing to negotiate an action scene where he doesn't have to stand.
One of the constant pleasures of The Winter Soldier is how casually Evans treats his super-strength, like a cheetah who takes it for granted that he can run. As the moral center of the Marvel franchise, he's more concerned with the responsibility that comes with those powers, and so, too, is the film — at least until the climax shifts our attention from his inner struggles to his outer badass.
But before everything goes crash-bang-kaboom, there's humility here, too — a perspective we don't always get from Thor's godlike ego or Iron Man's man-made one — in the moment when the Captain, while racing to save the day, glimpses a hologram of his younger, pre-serum self. Scrawny Steve Rogers stares back, agape. For the first time, we truly feel the magic of his muscles, the awesome and frightening authority of being America's first and last uber-human hope. We see the flashlight-under-the-covers fantasies of four generations of comic-book fans. And we understand their dream of becoming Captain America.
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