Man in the iron mask…Posted: May 2, 2008
Saw Iron Man last night at midnight. I discovered that this is really a bad time for me to be going to movies at midnight.
That said, Iron Man was a very good film. The movie was an incredibly fun retelling of the standard Iron Man story (origin + a fight). It took itself seriously enough to not make you want to scream but was also able to be goofy without undermining the plot. The cast was great. Honestly nothing to complain about except nit-picking (like I could have done with less Pepper is in danger! Oh noes! They should have given her a bigger, more active role).
The whole James Bond as Bill Gates with a subscription to Heavy Metal worked well.
A couple of thoughts stood out.
1.) Iron Man really is just well meaning liberal American foreign policy. “Oh man, I’m going to create sweet weapons to defend my country!” “Oh noes! The terrorists got my sweet weapons and are killing innocents!” “Now I must create newer, fancier weapons to save everyone!” Bless you, Tony Stark. Bless you!
2.) I was amazed (and impressed) that with a character like Tony Stark, the filmmakers didn’t play up the whole horn dog aspect to his character. There were only maybe two scenes that explicitly played this up (including one very tame sex scene) and beyond that Tony’s sexually attitudes are played mostly for laughs and to show how pathetic he is. It was refreshing it was to see that sort of take on Stark-as-a-player in what is essentially the ultimate male wish fulfillment movie. Now if only they’d given Pepper more to do!
By the way, the “secret” end of this movie spoils the “secret” ending of the new Hulk movie.
UPDATE: Occasional Superheroine really sums it up:
What frustrates me about movies like “Iron Man” — despite the fact that I did enjoy it on many levels — is that there is no real female role-model for me to latch on to. Certainly I think Pepper Potts is an improvement on such cinematic comic book heroines as Mary Jane and Vicki Vale (and whoever the hell Katie Holmes played in “Batman Begins”). But, she is, in the end, an assistant — an “invaluable helpmeet” to be sure, but in the end just a glorified Miss Moneypenny.
Again this is nit-picky (though importantly so). But it would be nice if in the future such movies gave their female supporting characters (often leads suffer from this too! Paging Mary-Jane… paging Mary-Jane!) something to do. Besides look pretty, be in danger, and push buttons.