Drunk Movie Review: Captain America

by emily

So you guys remember how I went camping last weekend?  Well something super fun happened which is that it started raining the first night we were there and it didn’t stop until the next afternoon.  In the morning on Saturday, when everybody’s iPhones were telling them that it was going to rain all day long and basically for the rest of our lives, Billy and I decided to retreat into our tent for awhile (the only tent that hadn’t leaked, thanks tent from the 90′s!) and watch a movie on his phone.  Can we just take a second to think about that?  The year is 2012 and we have telephones that we hold in our hands that play movies when we are camping.  #roughingit #thefutureisnow.  Haha, hashtags.  Anyway, okay, so we started watching Captain America for shits, and YOU GUYS IT’S SO GOOD.  I guess it was pretty big when it came out?  Was it?  I don’t know, but let me just tell you.  That movie was super great.  We watched a bunch of it in the tent until the rain started letting up and we decided to walk the dog down to the river and eat snacks and be camping instead of being lousy teenagers hiding in our tents sexting each other.  And we finished the movie at home on Sunday night and I kind of could not stop crying?  I won’t ruin the ending, but it’s very surprising if you are not familiar with Captain America at all and it is actually QUITE SAD.

(Not to spoil anything but why did they put his fake room in Times Square of all places?  They could have put it literally anywhere else and it would have been less of a shock.)

Also right when this movie came out, one of my favorite internet writers wrote a profile of Chris Evans for GQ that I super loved but was sort of largely loathed by lots of people, but I’m linking to it anyway because I think it’s great. Read it, trust me.

Also Chris Evans is from Boston, another point for Captain America.  I once read in US Weekly or People magazine or one of those (at the nail salon) that one thing people don’t know about him is that he’d always rather be in Boston than in LA.  Come visit, Chris!  You can stay in our guest room!