My ex-husband, an atheist, treated going to the movies as a substitute for religion. Oscar-nominated drama, action movie, horror flick, comedy – if it was getting buzz, we had to see it. Superhero movies were like his Gospels. They commanded a special level of reverence.
As a result of my marriage, I have seen all three brooding Christopher Nolan Batmans, Zack Snyder’s “Man of Steel,” a few Justice Leagues, “Wonder Woman,” numerous X-Men chapters, and at least 75 percent of Kevin Feige’s Marvel Cinematic Universe. While I enjoyed some of the films, superhero fatigue set in for me, literally. I fell asleep during at least one “Captain America” installment.
After I left my ex-husband, I broke up with superhero movies, too. I had no interest in watching “Captain Marvel” when it was released in 2019. The character bored me, at least based on what I had seen in the other MCU movies (I haven’t read the comic books).
