Maybe it's because the studio movies at this time of year are so universally dreadful, but I find myself drawn to the smaller films that bite and snarl and generally have bad manners: Bad Words, The Raid 2 and, this week, Dom Hemingway.
The Avengers doesn't solve this problem of what to confront for us. Art rarely gives us definitive answers; it more often asks questions than answers them. But by bringing this current to the service, it could at least remind us of the possibilities open to us.
Not quite as much fun as Thor, not nearly as bad as Green Lantern, Captain America: The First Avenger feels less like an exciting comic-book-hero movie than required reading for a course called The Avengers, arriving in theaters next summer.