Have you ever walked out of a film feeling more confused than when you went in? I mean you enjoyed what you watched but something didn’t feel right and the more you think about it the more you come to the realisation that the movie you just watched was, for the lack of a better word, trash.
That is what I felt after watching Captain America: Brave New World. On the surface, it is a competently made film; its structure and pacing especially in the third act feel exhilarating, but beneath that polished exterior lies a story marred by convoluted plotlines and conflicting ambitions.
