
Joe Johnston’s Captain America: The First Avenger propels us into the boots of Steve Rogers (a digitally enfeebled Chris Evans in his fifth comic book-to-film adaptation – sixth if you count the most recent Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles film), a physically weak yet headstrong young man living in Brooklyn in 1942. Steve has put up with bullies his entire life and recognises the ongoing conflict as an opportunity for him to take down the biggest bully of all; the Nazi party. After being refused the opportunity to enlist many times, Steve is eventually provided with a glimmer of hope by Dr. Abraham Erskine (Stanley Tucci), a geneticist searching for the right subject to enter into his ‘Super Soldier’ program, designed to aid the United States’ war effort, specifically in defeating the extremely dangerous HYDRA organisation lead by Johann Schmidt, also known as the Red Skull (Hugo Weaving).
As with many productions introducing a superhero with which a large portion of the audience will be unfamiliar, a significant amount of the running time is devoted to establishing the universe and characters of Captain America. Although this may have felt tedious in certain recent offerings, Captain America’s 1940s Brooklyn is recreated so tremendously in both sight and sound that this is never the case. New, interesting, characters are constantly being introduced, their personalities bolstered by genuinely entertaining dialogue.
Admittedly, Captain America’s narrative does at times devolve into standard action schlock; a highly uninteresting MacGuffin (a plot element, often an object, designed to catch the attention of the audience or advance the story) is provided in the form of ancient Norse object ‘the Tesseract’. Fortunately, the film is wrenched from the brink of failure by that rarest of qualities possessed by blockbusters; a satisfying ending with just the right amount of pathos. To add to the heartfelt conclusion, a post-credits scene and trailer, sure to send the most dedicated Marvel fans into a veritable frenzy, are included.
However, Captain America shares a weakness with Johnston’s previous effort to bring a legend to the screen, The Wolfman; the film contains two distinctly different tones – that of a serious tale of one young man’s desperate attempt to join the armed forces against seemingly insurmountable odds and that of a fantastically overblown romp ripped straight from the pages of the original 1940s run of the comic. The shift between the two occurs at around a third of the way through the film and feels jarring to say the least though, as Captain America does not suffer the same constant flip-flopping in tone as The Wolfman did – rather maintaining this camp tone for the remainder of the film once it has been introduced - the audience is quickly immersed once again in the plight of Steve Rogers.
Furthermore, Weaving is an entirely undwerwhelming villain. The Red Skull proper does not reveal himself until the camp portion of the film has firmly established itself and one would expect, in keeping with its tone, that a foaming, flailing über-nazi of sorts would emerge. Unfortunately, this is not the case. Weaving is spectacularly uncharismatic, leaving the audience to wonder how it was he managed to convince what appears to be an entire legion of highly skilled soldiers to ‘worship him as a God’ as Arnim Zola (Toby Jones) informs us.
Aside from Weaving’s floundering display, Captain America is phenomenally well cast and acted. Evans is fantastic in his turn as the at times goofy but fiercely determined all-American hero, while Hayley Atwell and Tommy Lee-Jones give admirable performances as quick-witted love interest Peggy Carter and curmudgeonly Colonel Phillips, respectively.
Captain America is, surprisingly, one of the more enjoyable comic-to-film adaptations to be released in recent years. If you catch only a handful of the blockbusters to enter cinemas this year, make this one of them.
- Tom Moore