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It’s pretty much agreed that Iron Man is Marvel’s precious equivalent to Batman, but that’s where the similarities end. While Batman mourns for his parents and justifies the ridiculousness of his actions on philosophical grounds, Iron Man simply does it all because it’s fun, and it looks cool, and it gets you money, and women and fame. And isn’t that the real reason we all wish we were superheroes?
The second instalment in the agreed to be promising Iron Man series sees part rich narcissist part loveable hero Tony Stark settling in with the role of being the popularity conductive ego machine that is Iron Man, when suddenly Ivan Vanko (AKA Whiplash played by Mickey Rourke) swoops in from nowhere and, to put it simply, starts causing a bit of bother. And that’s all you really need to know going into this film, which pleases me greatly as now whenever someone tries to justify films like Michael Bay’s oh so subtle, tasteful concoction for the senses ‘Transformers’ as being ‘just a bit of silly fun’, I can say no, this is the definition of silly fun. Well crafted and self aware. Iron Man knows you don’t want it to analyse the psyche of the protagonist like so many other comic book adaptations, and this is evident by just how fun and amusing the film is.
It’s practically written like a comedy, not surprising that it was also penned by director John Favreau. Seeing Downey Jr get drunk in the suit and wind up eating a doughnut in the early morning still in his super attire in some of the best casting ever really made me smile, helping to make the whole film pure fun. What with almost every character putting in a funny and entertaining performance, the inventive action scenes (including Downey Jr and Don Cheadle having a friendly brawl to ‘Robot Rock’) , and the completely implausible technology that makes the computer I’m using right now look like a tamagochi.
Sadly the film really didn’t know where its plot was. It felt like an excited little boy showing you his Lego collection, and while the film manages to make the scenes absent of Iron Man interesting, it still suffers from Spider-man 3 syndrome (Having far too much going on at once). However it does redeem itself by being pure tongue in cheek from start to finish. Remember how stupid Toby Maguire looked when he danced down the street? Well Downey Jr pulls that off perfectly, and has the audience on his side all the way.
The film is a messy chocolate cake, quite obviously not from a cookbook and with way too much icing, but who cares? It’s still delicious damn it!