Downey plays Stark like the horny, hard-drinking, self-destructive narcissist he is. As Tony Stark, the playboy weapons-manufacturer-turned-pacifist-superhero, Downey never tries to be likable, like Tobey Maguire as Spider-Man, or to throw a pity party for himself, like all the actors who climb into the Batman suit. Iron Man 2 knows how to jump the hurdles and have you smacking your lips for more. Too many stunts, too many subplots, too many villains jammed in from the Marvel Comics universe, too many romping, stomping, clanking iron armies. Downey is actually better and bug-fuckier than ever, even when the movie buries him in unnecessary clutter. But we do have Downey, still exuding his irresistible loose-cannon vibe in a Hollywood product that’ll whup every summer 2010 epic that dares to take it on. Iron Man 2 - total blast that it is - doesn’t jazz us with the thrill of discovery. ![]() as an action hero and a genuine movie star. Iron Man wasn’t just a big, ballsy, $318 million box-office jackpot in 2008. ![]() It must be a jumbo-ass pain cooking up a sequel to a movie everyone effing loved the first time.
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