Captain America was never one of my favorite characters
growing up. He always came across as Marvel’s version of Superman—a one note,
flag-waving, rah-rah, wholesome good guy who sees the world in black and white.
In other words, he was boring. (Before you start yelling at me, citing specific
issues and storylines, I’m well aware that this is a gross oversimplification
of both characters, but that’s a discussion for another time and place.) That’s
why I was surprised how much I enjoyed 2011’s “Captain America: The First
Avenger.”
