Friday, May 6, 2016

In Praise of Captain America

In many instances, I'm still a ten-year-old kid.  The things I believe in, well, many of them haven't changed all that much.  I'm wiser, indeed, but my core is pretty much the same.

Back then, I was a massive fan of Captain America.  I loved the fact that he was unabashedly for our country.  He was proud to wear our colors.  His hallmark - a shield - was designed for defense, but could be lethal in offensive mode as well.  He held a soldier's level of bravery, ferocity, and love of country.  And I loved every damn thing about him.

When Marvel started to bring my childhood super heroes to the big screen, I feared that they'd be watered down, or morphed to fit some cause du jour.  

I could not have been more wrong.

Here is perhaps the finest example from a scene in the first Avengers movie.  After Thor comes and takes Loki away, Cap feels the need to do something about it:

That's why I so damned excited for the next Marvel installment.  It's a heavy dose of Captain America - my Captain America:

51 years old, and still in love with a comic book hero...

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