Yeah, comics are more of soap opera formula for nerds, what with characters continually returning from the dead, bizarre and conincidental relations, implausible emotional arcs, et cetera.
I’m not a big fan of comic book movies, but I thought that Iron Man was certainly better than the average, albeit in no small part because Robert Downey Jr. could be entertaining just eating breakfast and riffing off of the smoked salmon. Although it followed the trend of starting out with an origin story (which can be a real drag on pacing, as evidenced by the otherwise servicable but humorless Batman Begins), it made even that part of the story interesting rather than trite and obligatory. The SFX work was in the service of the story without being overdone or looking fake, and the development sequences added humor and pathos rather that just being an obligatory prerequisite. I especially like the nearly lethal first flight of the Iron Man II suit; he lands on the upper deck of his house, only to find that it won’t support the considerable weight of the suit, and crashes through to the basement, giving both humor and some sense of connection to real physics.
As for the fight scenes, I thought they were just about perfect in length and pacing. Fights that go on endlessly have to become more and more exaggerated until they become a meaningless collage of patent superheroisms that the viewer doesn’t even connect with or care about (see Hulk or Spiderman III for example), whereas in Iron Man they’re relatively brief and (in the final fight scene) the hero is vulnerable.
As for the characterization, Stark is supposed to be unlikable, an arrogant if technically gifted playboy asshole; hence, why Downey is the perfect actor to play the character. And I’d guess that any attempt to follow the comic story line will result in an increasingly unlikable and despairing character. Stane was suitably greasy while seemingly paternal, which was well done by Bridges. And superhero Girl Fridays are typically pretty thinly drawn, but Paltrow did an at least acceptable job of the role, being neither gratingly whiny (Katie Holmes, Kate Bosworth) nor annoyingly wooden (Kirsten Dunst, Jennifer Connolly). And she’s also very fetching as a strawberry blonde.
I enjoyed it (except for the pair of three year olds behind me–seriously, who brings three year olds to the cinema, much less a PG-13 movie?) and I’m more critical than average of big budget popcorn movies. It had a coherent story, not-overused special effects, appropriate and unforced humor, some great dialogue (“Give me a Scotch. I’m starving.”) and a guy in a flying red and gold suit. It’s not a cinematic milestone, to be certain, but worthy of two hours of my life.
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