After a bit (a lot) of vacillating on my part on what my contribution to the event should be, I decided on a review of the second film of a favorite Marvel franchise: Captain America.
Somewhere between The Avengers and The Winter Soldier, Captain America got super snarky and a little bit cynical. He’s certainly not just an earnest-eyed kid from Brooklyn any more, no matter how much he might like to be. His wit, combined with the sarcasm, reminded me of Iron Man, toned down by about a million of course, but certainly more than I would have expected from Captain Rogers.
This film likes to make loud statements about the state of humanity. And lots of them. It kind of bombards you with them, in fact.
- Is freedom real?
- How much control should the government have?
- Does the end ever justify the means?
All of those ideas and more are thrown at you by the discussions of the characters. If you’d like a conversation starter, The Winter Soldier has more than enough.
One of the most interesting aspects of the film is the cavalier approach it takes to romance. Will-they-or-won’t-they is an underlying current throughout but with everything else going on, it’s brushed under the rug more than once. After all, the saving of mankind is a tad bit higher on everyone’s priority list.
The only major qualm I have with the movie is one I’m having with many of Marvel’s films. Knowing that there’s always another film coming (from now until eternity, it feels like), keeps there from being a feeling of finality in the end. Instead, it’s a feeling that everything is finished, but only for now.
Despite that, The Winter Soldier is a worthwhile film for sci-fi/superhero fans. The big twist? I never saw it coming, though I probably should have.
To end, here’s my favorite quote of the film, spoken by Black Widow, every word dripping with sarcasm:
I’m sorry. Did I step on your moment?
Gets me every time.
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When I discovered Diana Peterfreund would be at a Compelling Reads signing near where I was visiting friends, I was pumped.
I’ve been meaning to read her sci-fi Persuasion retelling, For Darkness Shows the Stars, for ages. What better way to kick off reading her writing than meeting the author and buying a signed copy?
But then my family’s plans changed and I ended up heading home early. Three days before the signing.
I was super bummed. But then, salvation came with Unicorn Poop.
How does mythological manure relate to anything?
Well, before her Jane Austen retelling, she wrote a Killer Unicorn series.
While saying that her “man-eating monsters with huge fangs and razor-sharp horns” poop rainbows might be a stretch, I threw my disappointment to the wind and made some cookies.
And, to be honest, making cookies and calling them unicorn poop sounded like delightful fun.
The recipe over on Instructables is incredibly detailed, and even comes with a 45 second video for all to admire the general splendor:
Mine (below) did not, on the whole, turn out quite so enchanting. But still, it was great fun.
And who can resist sparkly cookies, after all?
Now, with the plethora of food dye I have left, I’ll have to find some more things I can color up. Ooh, maybe macaroons.
As for Peterfreund’s writing, with Christmas approaching, there’s hope for me getting a copy of For Darkness Shows the Stars yet!
(Visit Diana Peterfreund’s website to learn more about her books.)
If it were not for free candy, I wouldn’t leave the house this time of year.
Ok, maybe that’s a slight exaggeration.
But seriously, I’m one of the most easily frightened people you’ll meet.
Walk up behind me and touch me without me knowing you’re there? I’ll yelp.
Leave me in a low-lighted room by myself? Within three minutes, I’m imagining that lamp’s shadow to be more sinister than it ever could be.
Tell me a scary story? I’ll be up way past midnight convincing myself it’s not real and there’s really no goblin outside my door.
Sure, there’s a part of me that would love to get the living daylights scared out of me during a horror movie and then sleep soundly an hour later, but I don’t see that happening anytime soon. Or ever.
The ironic thing is, I love a good thriller. But, heaven forbid, throw in a paranormal element or anything that could potentially kill me, and I’m out of there like a bat out of hell.
So, for this young lady who’s still slightly afraid of the dark, I’ll stay in my corner with dramas and romantic comedies, and others can keep horror to themselves.