As I write this, the clock is telling me it’s 3:16 am – a fact I completely believe, given that my head is fixing make unbridled contact with the keyboard any second now. But that’s okay. I just returned from a late showing of Captain America: The Winter Soldier, and seldom has exhaustion felt so satisfying.
This isn’t really a review – the wee hours of the morning are not my finest, coherency-wise – but I would like to tell you to go see this movie. Seriously, folks. Even if you’re not a fan of superhero movies, go see this one. It’s splendid, and sweetly ironic, too: here is Marvel’s “dullest superhero” delivering the smartest, coolest, and most sophisticated film in the canon to date.
If it helps, allow me to put it in these terms: The Winter Soldier is a 12 oz. steak, next to which The Avengers is a jar of Gerber baby food. Yes, I really went there. Your move, Mr. Whedon.
P.S. This may or may not have been the first Marvel film to make me misty-eyed.
P.P.S. Hold onto your butts: the action scenes are insane.
P.P.P.S. There are two post-credit scenes. You do not want to miss either one.