World building, as Marvel has proven it can pull off over the last decade, is a skill I admire, it’s an escapist’s ultimate playground–yet my aversion to imperialism and the influence of a feminist education on how I perceive fictional heroes and supervillains ate holes in the fabric of my appreciation.
Maybe it’s my depression that twists a rainbow world into shades of grey. Or maybe the Order of the Phoenix really is a minefield riddled with C-PTSD.
Captain America’s treatment of Bucky promotes restorative treatment of someone who has unwittingly abused his power, because he himself was abused.
The film is a fest of destruction; it moves from violent sequence to violent sequence excepting some rather trite but nevertheless humorous macho competition around Thor’s Big Hammer.
What if Riggan wanted no longer wanted to be defined by his power as the superhero he portrayed allegorically through a cult character Birdman, but as an actor of ‘worth’ having made it on the Broadway stage?
In the film Unbreakable Samuel L. Jackson plays Mr. Glass. A man whose bones shatter like glass. A man who was constantly mocked as a child. He is sick, angry and broken.
Odin who saved a child, was the hero. And Loki is the liar, the trickster, and the ungrateful wretch who threw it in his face.
Power is not what a woman wants or needs. She cannot control it. Because Pepper is not new and improved, she is broken. Luckily Iron Man is there to ‘fix’ her.
If in First class she grows to realize that she is beautiful in her natural form, it is in Days of Future Past that she forges her identity.