My patriotism is documented, hieroglyphs embedded in the worn tape of a VHS video.
It shows a Christmas morning. It’s 1987 in Colorado Springs. Robe-clad and mussy-haired, I reach into my stocking and pull out two comic books. The excitement is palpable as the pages flap and crackle in my tight fist.
Side note: Little Me needs to take better care of his comics. God’s sake, kid.
“Spider Man!” I shriek, the hoarseness of morning still not quite gone from my voice. (I hadn’t discovered coffee yet). Then comes the main event, a comic book cover adorned with the smiling visage of red, white and blue-clad Captain Steve Rogers.
Captain America to you.
“Captain America!” Little Me squeals. “Just what I needed!”
Twenty-six years later, that video is still track 1 on the Pfeil Home Video Greatest Hits Catalog. There are additional reasons for that – I also got a music box in my stocking I referred to as a “baby maker,” and the resulting laughter nearly put my parents in the hospital with chest pain – but that high-pitched approval for a superhero is the highlight for me, anecdotal evidence of my affection for the coolest cat in the Marvel Comics universe.
This past weekend, moviegoers seem to be coming around to my way of thinking. “Captain America: The Winter Soldier” set an opening weekend record for April, raking in more than $96 million.
Like every Marvel movie since the first ‘Iron Man,’ it is, of course, sardine can-loaded with marvelous action sequences. Gunplay. Knife fights. Shield hurls. Acrobatics. Hovercraft aerial battles reminiscent of World War II U.S. Navy newsreels. All phenomenally-paced and sequenced. In an industry where it’s getting tougher and tougher to suck the wind from ticket holders’ lungs, ‘Winter Soldier’ has plenty of steroid-fueled battles to deal out.
Then again, it’s the story of a runt-turned-superhero fighting a mysterious assassin and all other things terrorist/espionage/explosivo, so why wouldn’t it have that element?
But there was a whole other layer to ‘Winter Soldier’ that impressed me even more: the movie’s heart.
When it comes to this character, it’s key. How much depth and fear does a brave, sickly boy turned into a red, white and blue powerhouse during the days of Hitler have? Think about the strength and struggles that come with a responsibility like that. Then freeze this kid in ice and have him lost for 70 years, only to defrost and wake up in a world of iPhones, Justin Bieber and a government that has admitted to spying on its own people. Oh, and almost everyone you love is gone.
Rip Van Warrior.
Talk about feeling lost and adrift. Imagine the amount of will and gumption you’d need to soldier on. ‘Winter Soldier’ addresses where strength of that magnitude is found, that you need to dig deep to find it. Historically, Marvel movies have been rich, visual feasts, but this is the first time I’ve felt one of their films emote on a level comparable to Chris Nolan’s recent ‘Dark Knight’ movies.
You get a salute from me for that alone, Marvel. Here’s to many more.