I have an ambivalent attitude toward superhero movies. On the one hand, I love seeing the icons of my childhood made real and put on screen. On the other hand, I am usually disappointed by the mediocrity of execution that makes up the majority of the genre, but then I feel that way about most things that play squarely to an established audience. Superhero movies, in my opinion, ought to be fun and inspiring. To me, superheroes are like Greek myths in that they are the personification of humanist ideals. They wear distinctive costumes and behave in bold gestures. Subtlety is not part of their presentation because their roots are in children’s entertainment, and the subject matter is usually some variation on childish power-fantasies (being super-strong or invulnerable to pain, for example). Bearing that in mind, I think it’s fair to say that the potential for superheroes being fascist bullies is almost unavoidable, which is why I tend to prefer the characters whose motivations are ...