There’s cosmic significance in “Captain Marvel” — the first female-led installment of the seemingly endless Marvel Studios Avengers franchise — opening on International Women’s Day. As a story of a woman overcoming her own self-doubt and the forces that control her to discover latent powers that can literally save the world, it is just the kind of feminist myth we need when our male leaders seem so feckless and overcompensating.
But this busy, uneven origin story also feels like too little too late. Audiences have already been thrilled to the sight of a super-she-ro in 2017’s “Wonder Woman.” What might have been a cathartic thrill a few years ago now takes the form of a question: What took you guys so long?
“Captain Marvel” possesses the same irreverent banter that has characterized so many Avengers movies, which since 2008’s “Iron Man” have steadfastly avoided the self-importance of other comic book spectacles. Here, however, the wit begins to feel too self-consciously offhand for its own good.
Structurally, the film is a gnarly tangle of trippy flashbacks, sludgy action scenes, complicated exposition and some amusing references to 1990s pop culture. But the emotional pull of “Captain Marvel” lies not in its often befogged title character, but in its far more charismatic ancillary figures.