Over Labor Day weekend, my husband and I went to see Avengers in the theaters. (I know, a real date, it was so surreal). And, of course, we loved it.
I laughed. I cried. I giggled. I cried out of jealousy that I want to tell a story as well as Joss Whedon does, and strive to write that awesome of dialog. (HUGE Joss fan, if you didn’t know.)
Anyway, since I never read many comic books, I knew the basics, but I never knew much about the characters. Immediately I chose my favorite–Captain America.
Why the Cap? Why him, when there’s, as I’ve been told by my friends (read A. E. Rought) that Tony Stark, aka Iron Man is way sexier and cooler.
Tony Stark may be “the cool guy” in the Avengers. And Robert Downey Jr. certainly plays the character very, very well. But I fell for Captain America, simply because where Iron Man was heroic because he had to be, Cap was a hero because he wanted to be. (In the Ultimates, by the way, they call Captain America Cap. They hardly ever call him “Steve” or “Rogers,” at least in what I read–because YES I went out and got some graphic novels to read because I liked Cap THAT much.)
Chris Evans played the honorable character very well in both the Avengers, and in Captain America–The First Avenger (which I went and bought and watched over the weekend). So well, that I cried at least three times while watching Captain America. 🙂
Someone commented on my FB Author page: “He’s really cute without his shirt on.” While, yeah, the actor is attractive, I barely noticed when he didn’t have a shirt on, really. I didn’t care. I was more into the character, not how he looked. It wasn’t about his hotness.
It was about something else.
Why do I like the Cap over Iron Man? While seeing an anti-hero turn and do the right thing by the end of the book or the movie, I still like the honorable hero, the one who does what’s right, no matter what.
Like in Captain America, when Rogers jumps on the grenade. I got goosebumps. He was the only one willing to make a sacrifice to save the others. That I find, I hate to use the word “endearing” but that’s what it was. It made me fall even harder for the character. “Endearing” makes him sound all cute and fuzzy, and that’s not what I mean.
But I always get choked up over acts of valor, from anyone. The firemen who save lives every day. That police man who runs after a suspect, doesn’t give up, keeps going until he catches the guy, no matter what. Even the civilian who trips the purse snatcher.
That helping out, that doing what needs to be done, no matter what. Even if it’s “not my business.” Am I courageous? No. I hope, if push came to shove, I could be, but I don’t think I am.
But I think there are people out there who are.
We’re missing a lot of that in the world.
We need more of that courage, those kinds of heroes.