I borrowed 2 Captain America movies.
Watching them was like being served a ground glass sandwich.
For the sake of 'Whatever' I then borrowed 2 Avengers (might have been X-Men, I can't recall) movies.
15 minutes of one of them was 14 minutes more than I needed as the cigar store Indian Actors cavorted around in body paint and prosthetics, (one woman, I swear, appeared to be wearing a bra and panties under dark blue paint and pasted on leaves or scales or something) bashing monsters that might have sold copies of Weird Tales magazine in the 30s, but . . .
As for Cap'n A, it was what I expected. Nothing resembling a plot. Dialogue as limp as over cooked pasta, and one Mano a Mano "hand to hand set to with the villain.
WHY, please someone explain this to me, WHY, are we supposed (and this stupid ain't just Marvel, its' everywhere in Action Films,) to have any sympathy for a hero Stupid enough to toss his gun, bring on the stunt men, and duke it out with the bad guy when the Fate of the World hinges on his Defeating the bad guy?
Thousands of blanks fired through machine pistols, CG, and Bruce Lee.
And as Mike J. Fox said:
"The Shark Still Looks Fake."