The best superhero movie since the first Iron Man (sorry, nothing will ever compare to Dark Knight). Joe Johnston's come a long way with this worthy addition to the ever growing Marvel Universe franchise since such forgettable yawn-fests as Hidalgo and the terribly embarrassing cheese of The Wolfman. I have to admit that, considering all of the strategically amusing cross-overs that Marvel has done with their latest films to make their Universe feel more like a world of its own, I was a little upset to find out that Chris Evans was cast in this installment since he has already appeared as the Human Torch in the awful shit-on-my-fond-comic-memories Craptastic 4 movies, but after seeing him shine as the would-be stereo-type of an underdog, I'm willing to sweep those two cartoonish turd-muffins under the rug. Super powers aside, this flick does a great job of assuming the role of a nostalgic WWII-propaganda-waving period piece. It has an amazing and the drama in it is pretty decent with Evans bumbling around as a gee-golly-sorry-about-that dipshit for the first half. Then, our little 90lb wuss gets a makeover in the same machine that Steve Urkel used to use to become Stephan Urkell. Steve Rogers ups Urkel though in the babe factor. He sets his sights on a bangin Brit (Hayley Atwell) instead of stressin over the panties of that plain-looking, big-toothed, giant-forehead havin Winslow girl next door. Ahhh, but I digress. I give this flick a pretty healthy recommendation. Sure it has it's cheese-factors, but what Hollywood production doesn't come stock with forced love angles and diluted dialogue? It comes with the territory. You just gotta know what kinda turd your steppin in. It's no Dark Knight, but luckily, it sure as hell isn't The Green Fuckin Lantern by any means either. I'd give it a 6.5/10.
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