OK, so nothing at all to do with the all-too-fleeting scene of Chris Evans, buffed and shirtless, but I really enjoyed Captain America. Chris plays skinny, asthmatic, but brave and honorable Steve Rogers who’s given a performance-booster-of-a-lifetime and is transformed into a Nazi-bashing superhero. Ta-da.

So it felt like a very well made film; consistently stylish, and consistently sincere. It’s not snarky or self-referential, or too clever by half. It’s actually quite sweet, vaporised bad guys notwithstanding. It filmed a lot on location throughout Britain – Liverpool playing stand-in for war-time New York and the tiny hamlet of Culross in Scotland is the Norwegian castle in the opening scene.