As a long-time comics fan I recall this little, inoffensive, unchallenging Reb Brown late-70s pilot-shot of the star-spangled superhero.
Any TV-flick where the hero is menaced by a thug bearing a silenced **revolver** can't be taken seriously, especially in a Rocky-inspired knock-off meat-locker scene where the side of beef strikes back. (And I don't mean, the actor Brown.) Come to think of it, the sides of beef almost out-act Brown, who otherwise comes across as a likable-enough person.
When I was a teen, before my own military career, I missed such absurdities as a Marine quoting from a statue's inscription at West Point, instead of Annapolis, although the idea of a civilian helicopter cavalierly invading the air-space over a military classified-weapons testing installation had me guffawing 37 years ago as did the idea that a two-week separated Marine could grow that full a head of hair that Steve Rogers sported at the beginning of the film.
For continuity sake, in the Marvel comics at the time, Steve Rogers was traveling around the country as an artist.
For fans of banality, this is one of the 70s best examples: a nearly actionless action feature in a time of America's cultural nadir when the likes of "BJ and the Bear" with its upshifting rigs reflected the sort of faux excitement trickled out to mind-numbed viewers.
A C- for California Comics Casual, with an A for aesthetics for both Heather Menzies for the guys and, I suppose, Reb Brown for the ladies.
Any TV-flick where the hero is menaced by a thug bearing a silenced **revolver** can't be taken seriously, especially in a Rocky-inspired knock-off meat-locker scene where the side of beef strikes back. (And I don't mean, the actor Brown.) Come to think of it, the sides of beef almost out-act Brown, who otherwise comes across as a likable-enough person.
When I was a teen, before my own military career, I missed such absurdities as a Marine quoting from a statue's inscription at West Point, instead of Annapolis, although the idea of a civilian helicopter cavalierly invading the air-space over a military classified-weapons testing installation had me guffawing 37 years ago as did the idea that a two-week separated Marine could grow that full a head of hair that Steve Rogers sported at the beginning of the film.
For continuity sake, in the Marvel comics at the time, Steve Rogers was traveling around the country as an artist.
For fans of banality, this is one of the 70s best examples: a nearly actionless action feature in a time of America's cultural nadir when the likes of "BJ and the Bear" with its upshifting rigs reflected the sort of faux excitement trickled out to mind-numbed viewers.
A C- for California Comics Casual, with an A for aesthetics for both Heather Menzies for the guys and, I suppose, Reb Brown for the ladies.