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Meanwhile, while we are waiting for Lost, some comments on Iron Man:
1. We went to an 11:15 am showing, which meant, unfortunately, that we were hit with screaming infants. We'd expected kids at that hour, and the vast majority of the mostly kid audience seemed to love the movie and cheered at the right places and wanted to go flying and were generally awesome, but those under the age of two, not so much, and this ongoing trend of bringing infants to movies that other people have paid to attend is more than irritating. In this case, it was bad enough that other parents went to find a theater manager to ask some of the parents to remove their screaming kids, which in turn led to arguments, often during dialogue. Sigh.
2. In between the screaming, we liked the movie, which drops the moral quandaries and philosophical tensions of the first film to instead ask this critical question: what the HELL is the costume department thinking with Gwyneth Paltrow/Pepper Potts' footwear?
I mean, seriously. These weren't just heels, these were, well, heels. Paltrow was tottering on them, noticeably, more than once, and having visible problems remaining upright in at least two scenes, which might have been fine, except that she is portraying a woman who has already, you know, tangled with Evil Kidnappers and Bad Robots and knows people are gunning for her boss/love interest and potentially her as well. This is the moment to lower the heels.
But still, a fun flick, if not up to the original, mostly, I think, because of a need to set up the upcoming Avengers and Thor flicks instead of focusing on Iron Man and the questions the film really could be asking, but isn't: what, really, does it mean to have world peace centered on one person – particularly a person who is dying? How do you approach death? I liked the Avengers bits, mind you (and also found myself cracking up at the thought of Tony Stark needing a Lincoln Electric welder) but the end result is something diffuse, scattered, sometimes unfocused.
Though, you know, killer robots. So, yay.
1. We went to an 11:15 am showing, which meant, unfortunately, that we were hit with screaming infants. We'd expected kids at that hour, and the vast majority of the mostly kid audience seemed to love the movie and cheered at the right places and wanted to go flying and were generally awesome, but those under the age of two, not so much, and this ongoing trend of bringing infants to movies that other people have paid to attend is more than irritating. In this case, it was bad enough that other parents went to find a theater manager to ask some of the parents to remove their screaming kids, which in turn led to arguments, often during dialogue. Sigh.
2. In between the screaming, we liked the movie, which drops the moral quandaries and philosophical tensions of the first film to instead ask this critical question: what the HELL is the costume department thinking with Gwyneth Paltrow/Pepper Potts' footwear?
I mean, seriously. These weren't just heels, these were, well, heels. Paltrow was tottering on them, noticeably, more than once, and having visible problems remaining upright in at least two scenes, which might have been fine, except that she is portraying a woman who has already, you know, tangled with Evil Kidnappers and Bad Robots and knows people are gunning for her boss/love interest and potentially her as well. This is the moment to lower the heels.
But still, a fun flick, if not up to the original, mostly, I think, because of a need to set up the upcoming Avengers and Thor flicks instead of focusing on Iron Man and the questions the film really could be asking, but isn't: what, really, does it mean to have world peace centered on one person – particularly a person who is dying? How do you approach death? I liked the Avengers bits, mind you (and also found myself cracking up at the thought of Tony Stark needing a Lincoln Electric welder) but the end result is something diffuse, scattered, sometimes unfocused.
Though, you know, killer robots. So, yay.
