Captain America: The Winter Soldier review

In Marvel’s “Captain America: The Winter Soldier,” Steve Rogers teams up with Natasha Romanoff, aka Black Widow, to battle a powerful yet shadowy enemy in present-day Washington, D.C.

I admit I was very skeptical going into this film. I didn’t have much hope after the way Captain America fizzled in The Avengers. As a fangirls of Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. I was dubious how they would work it in without ruining the show. I am happy to report that none of my fears were realized.

This is a superhero flick, so special effects. Excellent. Much less flashy than Iron Man 3, which is a good thing. The movie is obviously heavy on CGI yet the fake stuff is seamless. Falcon’s flying is graceful, even under fire. I think you’ll love the big reveal scene. It is a great mashup of Captain America’s early days and modern technology.
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Spoiler alert: I felt sorry for Cap throughout the movie. He has adapted well to being 90-something in a 30-something’s body. Remnants of his past are woven in that pulled on my heart strings. The Russo brothers stayed true to the S.H.I.E.L.D. origin story. They remind the fans how far S.H.I.E.L.D. and the world have come since the SSR days. I think they were a great choice for this and the next Captain America movie.

There is a good mix of flashy fight scenes and deep intrigue to keep the plot rolling. The moment when Cap meets face-to-face with The Winter Soldier … it’s good stuff. Let’s not forgot the presence of Steve Roger’s not-so-sidekick, Natasha Romanoff. If it weren’t for the time spent on Rogers outside of fighting the evil of the world, it would be a toss-up as to who gets title credits in this film. Black Widow is her chill, ass-kicking self. I love that she never needs to be rescued.

I am likely to give away the whole movie if I keep talking about it. It’s worth 2 hours of your day. I recommend it.


After the cataclysmic events in New York with The Avengers, Marvel’s “Captain America: The Winter Soldier” finds Steve Rogers, aka Captain America, living quietly in Washington, D.C. and trying to adjust to the modern world. But when a S.H.I.E.L.D. colleague comes under attack, Steve becomes embroiled in a web of intrigue that threatens to put the world at risk. Joining forces with Natasha Romanoff aka Black Widow, Captain America struggles to expose the ever-widening conspiracy while fighting off assailants sent to silence him at every turn. When the full scope of the villainous plot is revealed, Captain America and the Black Widow enlist the help of a new ally, the Falcon. However, they soon find themselves up against an unexpected and formidable enemy—the Winter Soldier.

Captain America: The Winter SoldierBased on the ever-popular Marvel comic book series, first published in 1941, Marvel’s “Captain America: The Winter Soldier” is produced by Kevin Feige, p.g.a., directed by Anthony and Joe Russo, from a screenplay by Christopher Markus & Stephen McFeely, and stars Chris Evans, Scarlett Johansson, Sebastian Stan, Anthony Mackie, Cobie Smulders, Frank Grillo, Emily VanCamp and Hayley Atwell, with Robert Redford as Alexander Pierce and Samuel L. Jackson as Nick Fury.

“Captain America: The Winter Soldier” is presented by Marvel Studios. The executive producers are Louis D’Esposito, Alan Fine, Victoria Alonso, Michael Grillo and Stan Lee. The film releases April 4, 2014, and is distributed by Walt Disney Studios Motion Pictures.

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Disclosure: I saw this movie courtesy of Walt Disney Studios Motion Pictures. All opinions are my own.

I let it go on too long

My ambivalence for him never lifted. At first, I stayed with my mom. The kids enjoyed hanging out with Nana and the cousins but the constant back and forth for therapy was too much. Since I am not good with the saying how I feel to him part, I wrote him a letter. That was July 10th. I asked him to stay somewhere so the girls could have the consistency they need. It took a load off.

Things between him and me haven’t improved. I have stopped trying. I am tired. I am not willing to be the one carrying the relationship any longer. It’s

Coming back to the real world

I should have been blogging

The past year has been the proverbial emotional roller coaster. I have been in therapy consistently since January 2011. I went because the grief over my Dad’s death was taking over my life. I knew I had serious issues I had to get out of my system. I hoped that by doing this, I would be a better wife and mother. I cried. I wrote lists. I read about coping skills. I slowly began to feel better about myself and get a view of what I want out of my life.

Even with this new found value system, I was still mired in depression. I did all that I could do to make everyone around me comfortable to the point of physical exhaustion. I blamed my sleepiness and headaches on allergies. Late that spring, M went on a work trip to the east coast. The timing could not have sucked more. By mid-summer, my dear therapist sent me across the hall to the psychiatrist. My symptoms were contradictory to the progress I had made in my sessions plus the Effexor I was taking should have been enough. Ugh, the last time I saw the psych, he just threw more prescriptions at me and sent me on my way. Then he told me that that doctor had been booted for the reasons I cited and there was a new provider in the medical department.

With a heaving sigh, I made an appointment. I am so glad that I did. Dr. P and I clicked right from the start. She is friendly and kind yet doesn’t pull punches. She told me that without my high intelligence, I very likely would have taken a tragic turn years ago. That was a compliment and a shock. After describing my past and going through a few questionnaires, she concluded that I fall smack into the protocol for Bipolar, most likely Type II. Damn. Another check on the “just like my parents” list. I know see her every few months for check ups. Each time, she remarks on how much better I appear. From someone who is trained to read minds, that is an honor.

When M called me after work (still working out of state) I mumbled my diagnosis. The response he gave felt like a “duh.” He was coming home in a few weeks and I placed hope above hope that having him back home would boost my mood.