I finished my owl version of Captain Marvel in time to watch the last full show of the third day of the movie. Hurrying from home, it took me an hour to purchase a ticket to the ferry that would take me from the island to the city; averting from long rows of traffic, bottle-necked near the bridges. We finally cruised that evening where part of the late afternoon still glowed like dark fire on the undulating seawater. My owl Captain Marvel was inside my bag, held close to my chest, as I stood against the ferry’s handrail staring out at the city lights.
I took pictures of her with the movie cardboard cutouts in the bright lights of Robinsons Galleria. The owl and Fury’s cat looked funny together, almost distrustfully. People watched me take pictures and some asked if my owl was part of Marvel’s merchandise. A child stared at my superhero owl for minutes, then walked away. She reappeared holding hands with a friend and they both stared at my owl that seemed to counter theirs with Captain Marvel’s shimmering eyes.
It’s been a long time since I’ve been in a cinema by myself. Perhaps the last time was in college, when I was in USC. I didn’t realize until the show was over that I had almost munched a whole bag of Tater’s popcorn; myself lost in the short rundown of the story of Kree.
Captain Marvel taught me the importance of embracing my past. She was far from a perfect earthling, an eventual refuse of Kree civilization; mocked by Supreme Intelligence. But she had learned to pick herself up each time she was down. She only dared to become the best version of herself, even if that meant embracing the character molded by two separate civilizations. I’ve read some negative comments about the movie, but I prefer to highlight what makes it worth watching, avoiding the superficial. What some people see in you as egregious is part of a whole that makes you strong and unique in the divine’s eyes.