From a pure filmography perspective, Captain America is a beautiful movie. It’s not quite so shiny as Thor, but Joe Johston – who also directed The Rocketeer – has made a film that glows when it should glow, is gritty where it should be gritty, and combines romance and swashbuckling action into a piece that is not unlike Raiders of the Lost Ark (and that’s a compliment). If there is any justice in the world of film awards both Thor and Captain America deserve, at the very least, nods for costume and set designs, not to mention the incredible character animation that puts Benjamin Button to shame.
But the Marvel movies aren’t out to win Oscars. They’re not trying to tell a story that’s never been told before. Superheroes are archetypes. They are our mythological figures. Their stories are grand, sweeping epics, and while their abilities are beyond us, they are still us. That is the draw of the superhero: that all of us can, in some way, relate to them.
Over on Tumblr, timodactyl has written a great series of posts that explore Captain America’s history and characterization in comics: Why Steve Rogers is the greatest superhero in comics, Captain America as a patriot, What his country needs, and What he means to the universe (plus a fairly glowing review of the film).
Steve Rogers does everything out of a sense of duty and responsibility but without compromising his morals and usually accurate sense of right and wrong. His uncanny ability to do this while still nearly unwaveringly obeying the will of the people as a whole and putting aside his own personal life (something he used to fret more about but has seemingly made his peace with more recently) is nothing short of heroic in itself, let alone the scale of things he’s asked to do. It’s important to note here that this is not Thor. He is not blessed with the power of a god. He’s not Wolverine and practically unkillable. He’s not Iron Man in a nearly invincible suit of armor. He’s not Spider-Man with unique powers and skills.
He is a man who, thanks to the serum and his own almost relentless training regimen, can perform at peak physical conditions and has learned to throw a shield really well. He can be killed, he can be maimed, he can be shattered, and he largely is fighting out of his weight class in these world power struggles. So much so, in fact, that the old Avengers comics made a point of saying every damn issue that he was the weakest of the bunch, hardly more than an average man. Yet he comes out every day and does everything that’s needed of him to protect and help the people of his country and, as often as he can, of the world at large. He will always put aside his own needs and desires to aid the people he protects, even if he’s only a few steps ahead of them.
As the good Captain, Steve Rogers is neither vain or cocky. And given his resume up to this point, it makes the choice of Chris Evans for this part seem all the more counterintuitive. But Evans packs away all of the swash and swagger that his other roles have called for and delivers an honest and humble performance. While the nuances of the character don’t always come through the screen, overall the film does a commendable job of bringing Steve Rogers from scrawny to brawny and saving the day in the space of just over two hours.
Without this strong lead, and an equally strong supporting cast, this movie would have been all flash and no substance. But much like Kenneth Branagh did with Thor, Joe Johnston crafted a movie that derives it’s weight from the performances rather than blinding the audience with a cacophony of special effects (I’m looking at you, Michael Bay). Stanley Tucci is wonderful, as ever. Haley Atwell carries the torch as yet another woman in a Marvel movie who is more than just beautiful, but also both smart, strong and wonderfully self-assured. The villain is appropriately scary; even scarier with the mask on – bravo, Hugo Weaving. Dominic Cooper as a young Howard Stark channels Howard Hughes and a little bit of Robert Downy Jr, so that it’s not at all difficult to see the family resemblance. Even Tommy Lee Jones manages to breathe a little fresh air into his trademark “gruff old coot” role.
Captain America is an infinitely enjoyable movie. It’s the last installation we’ll get before the good Captain returns to join Iron Man, the Hulk, Thor, Hawkeye, Black Widow and Nick Fury in next year’s The Avengers, and there’s a teaser trailer after the Captain America credits that fans will want to stick around and see. The real appeal of The Avengers is not just that a bunch of superheroes get together to fight evil and stuff, but that a group of people with wildly disparate abilities and personalities have to coordinate themselves into something resembling a unified force. We’ve already gotten to know Tony Stark, smug genius extraordinaire. We’ve met Thor, and we know about Bruce Banner’s very particular brand of split-personality disorder. We’ve even gotten glimpses of Hawkeye, Black Widow and Nick Fury sprinkled throughout the previous films. What Captain America gives us is the last piece of the puzzle: Steve Rogers. The star-spangled man with a plan.
I can’t wait to see him again.




