Iron Man
Bruce “My Parents Are Dead!” Wayne has great toys and fashion sense, but crippling angst. The first act of Iron Man, though, is packed with such gonzo joy that you’ll want to be a drunken arms manufacturer when you grow up.
The movie keeps Stark out of costume as much as possible, but when he gets into the Iron Man suit it feels suitably heavy – made of metal, and not shiny, physicsless CGI. There’s not the same directorial stamp of Burton’s Batman or Lee’s Hulk or Singer’s Superman here, as – like in most monthly superhero comics – the character eclipses everything else.
This movie belongs, without question, to Robert Downey Jr. He gives Stark a breezy credibility without compromising the film’s fun B-grade feel, and holds together its schizophrenic pro- and anti- positions of military might in the Middle East. (The answer? Superheroes, not soldiers.)
It's fitting that Marvel's favourite billionaire – a cool exec with a heart of steel – gets his own decadent blockbuster, and it’s one that’s deserving of your cash.
Format: Cinema
Mood: Epic
Keywords: Robert Downey Jr., Marvel
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