CAPTAIN AMERICA

Hollywood must take us for idiots to serve up such garbage.

I don't know if you've seen it or not but this is a spoiler warning. I mean, I'm just going to point out one of the many problems with this film; I chose this one to highlight because it's a common problem in action films.

In the film, Captain America is produced by injecting various substances into the body of an underdeveloped private that has shown heart and courage and goodness. But how does Captain America go from a glorified vaudeville actor in the USO to a supersoldier able to assault a Hydra stronghold and free the prisoners they were holding??

He does not have martial arts training. He does not have weapons training. He just suddenly has skills. No training; no Yoda or Sticks (Daredevil) type mentor; nothing.

I hate that. Batman trained under the ninja. The Punisher was SpecOps. Electra was brought up training with the Hand. Even the X-Men trained at the School for the Gifted.

It's a small bone to pick, but one of many in this disappointing film.

Access Pass for Cripples

I get this access 2 entertainment pass for cripples. Two guesses why. Anyway, the card - developed by the good people at the Odeon Theaters - lets you bring an attendant in for free. If you are gimpy enough as I am, you sometimes find it very handy [pun intended] to have someone along who can help you eat popcorn or sip pop or help you if you need to go to the bathroom or kick the shit out of whoever is kicking the back of your wheelchair during the show.

I guess the word got out and everyone from the limping lame to the white trash fat chicks with ingrown toenails decided to apply for this two for one deal, not because they need an attendant, but because it's cheaper (is being a cheap sonovabitch with no conscience a handicap?). So now these asshole have ruined the integrity of the access pass. And every time I pull it out at the till I get the evil eye like I'm trying to pull a fast one, eventhough I am obviously a real live cripple with most of my body paralyzed.

Last time I went, the cow at the till had the nerve to ask me for ID to prove my identity. Unbelievable.