Captain America: The Winter
Soldier fuses the paranoid
political thriller and the superhero action showcase. That it does
so well, in part and in total, is a remarkable achievement.
Here's the
setup: Cap & Black Widow (Chris Evans and Scarlett Johansson) are
the two most attractive people in government service. They're also a
superhero team that flies around the world doing secret missions for
SHIELD. SHIELD is basically the DHS, but competent, international,
and much better funded. SHIELD, however, may have a hidden agenda.
Will Cap & BW sort things out in time?
Well,
yeah, of course they will. That's not the point. The point is how
well the film tells their story. Robert Redford (as, basically the
Secretary of SHIELD) and Samuel L. Jackson (as himself) carry the
political thriller aspects of the picture with aplomb. Evans &
Johansson, who team up with Anthony Mackie (of the criminally
underrated
Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter)
to battle Frank Grillo (
Warrior)
and Sebastian Stan (
Black Swan),
make a great action duo. They combine athleticism with real acting
chops, selling both their battles and their dialogue.
That said, the
real star here is the story. It's like a finely tuned machine,
shifting from character beats to action set-pieces and back again
smoothly and gracefully. It parcels out information at just the
right pace to allow us to keep up, and it hangs together well enough
that it still makes sense a few days later.
In short, this
is a successful motion picture. It clips along briskly, it's well
engineered, it involved me in the lives of its characters, and it
kept me engaged the entire time.
But that isn't
what I'll remember about it.
I'll remember
two particular moments (the second of which is a spoiler). The first
is minor piece of set-dressing. When Redford's character opens his
kitchen refrigerator, the astute viewer will notice that he stocks
his fridge with Newman's Own marinara sauce. That's a nice touch.
The second is the most powerful scene in the movie. Villain Frank
Grillo, all muscles, veins, and menace, is pointing his gun at the
back of a computer technician's head, commanding him to enter a code
that will make bad things happen. The technician, whom I'm guessing
is played by Aaron Himelstein, squirms with terror. Nevertheless, he
refuses to enter the code. That's fine, but the part that sells the
moment is that he doesn't refuse nobly, standing up to the meanie and
telling him to get stuffed. He practically squeaks his refusal,
trying to melt into his chair and probably $#!^ting his pants. It's
the bravest damn thing I've seen in a movie all year.
Well done.