I love going into a theater with low expectations. In my mind, there was no way Captain America could be anything other than crap. For more than a decade now, our summers have been saturated with superheroes in tight-fitting outfits battling evil and their inner demons. How could a one-dimensional do-gooder like Captain America — an all-American, nauseatingly flawless square-jawed Superman type with generic powers — offer anything I’d want to see? By bucking the trend of comic book films of the last 12 years.

Things have gotten gray. Our bad guys are complex and forged by understandable circumstances. We see there is a motivation behind their madness. Our good guys are flawed and driven to wonder if they are any better than the foes they seek to defeat — renegades with no regard for the law on a quest to find what they consider to be justice. Things are not so in the 1940’s world of Captain America.

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