One superhero isn't cool, you know what's cool? A billion superheroes! Well, four actually. Yes, the ultimate in nerdgasmic mashups, The Avengers, has Thor, The Incredible Hulk, Iron Man and Captain America standing shoulder to massively broad shoulder in a bid to save the world. Each character has been given his own movie with which to
rake in the dollars lay down the character's thematic foundations before the shared sequel next year, presumably with an eight hour running time and a budget of a kasquillion dollars. Cynicism aside, Captain America, like its predecessors, is actually something of a fairly decent good-going romp. It does drag in the second half, and strays dangerously close to Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow territory with its heavily CGd backdrops and steampunk-Nazi-chic production design, and it's getting increasingly hard - very hard - not to think of Marvel Comics as just another JD Sports in the London Riots of Hollywood source material archives, but there's an undeniable earnest heart at its centre. Chris Evans plays the titular captain, who transforms from short-arse to superstar, and armed with only his signature shield and Hayley Atwell's mellifluously plummy accent, sets about killing Germans and rescuing GIs. It's fun, but set your brains to Eco mode.