Captain America: The First Avenger feels like a boy’s adventure novel from the 1940s and that is why I love it. Not because of pretty boys, no. That would be breaking the first rule of militant asexuality.
Cecilia and mine’s fan commentary for The Avengers is going to be slightly delayed – I’m staying at a friend’s place for a few days and I will not have my laptop with me. I know, I know, how shall I ever survive?