Anzik
Super Freak
I think this was a perfect rendition of Captain America. I'm warning you now this may get a little melodramatic.
When I was a kid I was allergic to pretty much every thing. I had two much larger and much more athletically gifted brothers and my eyesight was horrible. I grew up spending most of my time with my toys, and comic books. Back in the 70's there wasn't a lot in the way of entertainment by today's standards; no vcrs, computers, video games and only 6 channels on the TV. We had a place that sold half cover comics for 9/$1, stacked on tables that you had to fa through to find what you wanted. I collected Captain America, X-Men, Fantastic Four and Spider-Man, my brother collected Thor, Iron Man, Avengers, and Conan. Captain America became my favorite and from reading the reprints of his WWII adventures, it got me interested in the war that my father fought in. I would sit with him watching WWII shows on PBS, and although he rarely spoke of anything about the war, sometimes he would share a bit. Since both of mine were much older than most of the other parents I grew up in an environment that was less emotionally demonstrative than we see today. People were more conscious of maintaining a little class, no Jerry Springer guests around.
We had a large collection of Mego superheroes, but Captain America was always elusive, but one day, my dad took me to a store and we finally found my Cap figure, although I was just about too old to play with it.
Back then, we had the cheesy Spider-Man show, the crappy Captain America movies and the enjoyable Hulk series, but VCRs, DVD players, computers and such were a ways off yet. Each time someone tried to bring a superhero to life it was usually instant fail. We got used to accepting anything that wasn't horrible and even swallowing some that was, just to get our fix. Marvel fans would look at Superman and wonder why we couldn't get a decent film made.
As time went on, I got healthier, lifted weights and learned martial arts, but Captain America always stuck with me. When I heard this was being made, I prayed it would be decent. I tried not to get too wrapped up in a lot of the negative sentiment, but I prepared myself for a let down.
Today as I walked into the theater with my son, who was aware of my high hopes, I couldn't help thinking of going to movies with my own father. As the film started, the way the characters spoke had a distinct depression era quality of which I was familiar. The street scenes looked so much like the photos I had looked at all my life. As the film went on I found myself enjoying this to a level I didn't think possible.
Being so familiar with the comics, I saw the adjustments made to the film media but felt everything was done with extreme care and loyalty to the original source. I felt the action was superb, the pacing was great, and I felt it was very emotional. People back then didn't just come right out with their feelings, there was a lot under the surface, a lot that simmered.
When we started seeing Marvel films being made, I got optimistic, but this exceeded my greatest expectations. I may be biased, but I think its a solid 10.
When I was a kid I was allergic to pretty much every thing. I had two much larger and much more athletically gifted brothers and my eyesight was horrible. I grew up spending most of my time with my toys, and comic books. Back in the 70's there wasn't a lot in the way of entertainment by today's standards; no vcrs, computers, video games and only 6 channels on the TV. We had a place that sold half cover comics for 9/$1, stacked on tables that you had to fa through to find what you wanted. I collected Captain America, X-Men, Fantastic Four and Spider-Man, my brother collected Thor, Iron Man, Avengers, and Conan. Captain America became my favorite and from reading the reprints of his WWII adventures, it got me interested in the war that my father fought in. I would sit with him watching WWII shows on PBS, and although he rarely spoke of anything about the war, sometimes he would share a bit. Since both of mine were much older than most of the other parents I grew up in an environment that was less emotionally demonstrative than we see today. People were more conscious of maintaining a little class, no Jerry Springer guests around.
We had a large collection of Mego superheroes, but Captain America was always elusive, but one day, my dad took me to a store and we finally found my Cap figure, although I was just about too old to play with it.
Back then, we had the cheesy Spider-Man show, the crappy Captain America movies and the enjoyable Hulk series, but VCRs, DVD players, computers and such were a ways off yet. Each time someone tried to bring a superhero to life it was usually instant fail. We got used to accepting anything that wasn't horrible and even swallowing some that was, just to get our fix. Marvel fans would look at Superman and wonder why we couldn't get a decent film made.
As time went on, I got healthier, lifted weights and learned martial arts, but Captain America always stuck with me. When I heard this was being made, I prayed it would be decent. I tried not to get too wrapped up in a lot of the negative sentiment, but I prepared myself for a let down.
Today as I walked into the theater with my son, who was aware of my high hopes, I couldn't help thinking of going to movies with my own father. As the film started, the way the characters spoke had a distinct depression era quality of which I was familiar. The street scenes looked so much like the photos I had looked at all my life. As the film went on I found myself enjoying this to a level I didn't think possible.
Being so familiar with the comics, I saw the adjustments made to the film media but felt everything was done with extreme care and loyalty to the original source. I felt the action was superb, the pacing was great, and I felt it was very emotional. People back then didn't just come right out with their feelings, there was a lot under the surface, a lot that simmered.
Watching Steve Rogers and his transformation and then really getting a feel of just how much he lost, was very powerful.
