Venue: Alamo South Lamar (with Director Albert Pyun live)
I had seen the 90s Captain America before; was privy to its shortcomings and loved it regardless. What was unleashed upon us, the unsuspecting crowd sitting that night in naive anticipation in the theater, was something far worse than the film we knew and ironically loved. Albert Pyun's director's cut proves that his dismissal from the project at the behest of the studio was 100% warranted. I will never be able to truly communicate how inept and amateur this chore of a director's cut really is. Sufficed to say, I prefer my Captain America fighting the forces of evil over, say, sweeping the floors at a Gold's Gym. Not. Making. That. Up.
Rating: 1/10 Atkins