Marvel at super film’s stars
CAPTAIN America. Super
Trump, no. SuperHero, yes. We’re talking Marvel’s pen-and-ink rescuer of mankind in the movie “Captain America: Civil War.”
Killing the box office with its derring-do, helping humanity, Avengers fighting Avengers.
Chris Evans, who’s playing Captain America/Planet Earth savior of mankind, said: “I just hope my family sees it.”
Elizabeth Olsen, also in this, and Chris Evans must’ve gotten different invites, because he had a beard and no tie; she, a long Dolce & Gabbana couture shmatte with a fishtail train. Elizabeth: “I watched
‘The Avengers’ and read the comics in preparation for this.”
And playing the Winter Soldier, Sebastian Stan’s comment: “I piss off a lot of people.”
Right. Co-star Robert Downey Jr., who’s done heroic things like “The Avengers” and “Iron Man 3,” hid his brave bones in some private room. Not in the film but shepherding a Boys Town, in came Harvey Keitel and wife Daphna Kastner.
Harvey: “All seven boys are mine. Forget Captain America. I myself made all these kids, so I’m Captain Marvel.” Daphna: “Oy, please. One’s ours. We’re schlepping his friends.” Harvey: “They’re named Harpo, Chico, Groucho . . .”
Daphna: “Oh, please.” Olivia Palermo glided by. A photographer shouted: “This way, Miss Polamero.” Since this movie’s special, I felt special. All dressed up I felt specially special. As I basked in my specialty, a woman tugging her little boy accosted me with: “Lady, which way’s the bathroom?”
I didn’t see the movie. I stopped with comics after Popeye married Olive Oyl.