Two Dollar Cinema recently turned five years old. I know, I know, hold your applause, please.
*crickets*
In that half-decade, I have desperately tried to maintain some level of consistency. Sure, if logic and grammar are your thing, it's all a steaming puddle of piss, I get that. But if you're a similar breed of movie-obsessed nerd, well, a few of you have found a place that suits you just right.
In that same time frame, Marvel (in the MCU, anyway) has released ten feature length films. Ten. In five years! And while some have been better than others, the level of crowd-pleasing consistency is nothing short of remarkable. But possibly even more impressive? Comic book movies (maybe to the chagrin of the hardcore types) have been widely accepted by just about everyone.
Captain America: Civil War seems like the end of this long cinematic journey, but clearly, it's also a beginning. Directed by the Russo Brothers, the third and final (?) Cap film divides all of Marvel's best and brightest (uh, except Thor and Hulk) into two teams, and has them play the most epic game of superhero flag-football ever. Tony Stark may want to punch Cap in his perfect teeth, sure, but he doesn't want to knock them out.
Pretty much following the same major theme of March's Batman v Superman flick [review], except being, you know, fun, Civil War finds our heroes again saving the world, but not without some collateral damage along the way. Tony Stark, always the nervous Nellie (at least since the alien invasion in NYC), decides that the Avengers need to be put in check, and bows to political pressure. Presumably, by signing the hastily cobbled-together Sokovia Accords, less innocent people will get hurt. I mean, if I signed a paper saying don't be a dick, I guess I wouldn't be a dick. As much.
Captain America, on the other hand, believes the suits are simply getting in the way, and his responsibility is to himself and to keeping the world safe. Period. It's somewhat strange to label the straight-laced Steve Rogers as the 'reckless one', but as far as Stark and his crew are concerned he his. Look, I'm not much of a cook, but I'm pretty sure you can't make an omelette without cracking a few eggs, right? Well, unless Cap just stares at them...'cause then they'd just melt. Sigh.
