Terminal Lance “Civil War”
May 6, 2016
To be honest it’s kind of a tossup between these two. Some days you need that spicy, conceptually horrible jalapeño cheese spread and other times you need some delicious chocolate peanut butter. Though, I would happily substitute the chocolate peanut butter for a pack of Peanut Butter M&M’s, cause those shits is dank as fuck.
It’s no secret that I’m a huge Captain America fan, and naturally I went and saw the Thursday premiere of Captain America: Civil War last night. My loyalty to the good Captain can be measured in the amount of Captain America T-shirts I own (7) and the amount of Captain America posters I have hanging in my house (4). I’d side with Steve Rogers over Tony Stark any day of the week, and if you’re team Iron Man you need to get the fuck out of my face.
I’m going to start off by saying that I think Captain America: Winter Soldier is legitimately the best movie in the Marvel Cinematic Universe. I might be biased, but it was absolutely the most interesting, serious and intelligent film out of the whole bunch.
Civil War did not change that opinion.
With that said, it was immensely entertaining to watch. With the exception of a missing Hulk and Thor, this was basically an Avengers movie more than it was Captain America. More specifically, you could even argue that it was a 4th Iron Man movie just as much as it was a Captain America film. Either way, I felt like it was somewhat unfortunate that the film didn’t get as personal into Steve Rogers’ world as I would have liked. The narrative often leaves him and focuses on what Tony Stark is doing, or Black Widow, or the Vision, or even Spider-Man.
As a massive Captain fan I did admittedly feel a little cheated out of a real Captain America story, but I enjoyed the ride nonetheless. The spectacle of watching 10 different super heroes go at it (somewhat playfully) was brilliant, and I have to admit that Peter Parker kind of stole the show (in the best possible way).
Overall I’d give Captain America: Civil War 8.5 out of 10 fucks. Should you spend your hard-earned libo money on a ticket this weekend? Yeah, probably.