The success of Captain America leaves me feeling strangely ambivalent. On one hand, thank god that at last, after numerous disappointments, there has been a good comic book film that wasn't directed by Christopher Nolan. Thor wasn't awful, wasn't totally awful. Green Lantern by all accounts was. Iron Man was over-rated, buoyed up by Downey Jr's performance, but dragged down by a stultifyingly dull finale. Watchmen was a flatulent mess. So Captain America being actually quite good is perhaps cause for celebration.
The problem for me is I can't help but be increasingly bored by this wave of kidulthood geek friendly comic book fluff. And a good one is the proverbial good Nazi that mitigates all those bad ones and ensures they continue. By the way there is a weird bit of nonsense in having the villains outdoing the Nazis at their own game: two-fisted salutes instead of those girly one handed seigs.
The point is moot anyway. Spiderman, Superman, Batman all have new films in the pipeline and The Avengers will be out next summer. The glut shows no sign of stopping. Maybe we should all sing the theme to Mad Max III in protest. Or maybe we shouldn't. I don't know.
John Bleasdale is a writer. His work has appeared in The Guardian, The Independent, Il Manifesto, as well as CineVue.Com and theStudioExec.com. He has also written a number of plays, screenplays and novels.