A few months ago I can remember seeing the teaser image of a man standing in a robotic suit, standing with his shoulders back, looking like a dark hero in that sexy metallic red and gold. I remember creaming a little as I realised what this meant: Iron Man was being developed. Iron Man, who is not perhaps the greatest comic book hero, but possibly one of the best to translate into other medias.
A while after the initial glee, however, I fell into dread. Perhaps it was an unfair knee jerk response to the dissapointments of the Marvel range recently, Spiderman 3 wasn’t well planned, Hulk had no pace for what was meant to be an action movie, Daredevil was just… crippled and MY OH MY X-Men 3 was just… just… ugh, don’t even let me go there because there was too much wrong in that movie! The trouble is, Iron Man was the first independant film that Marvel produced, which meant Iron Man would be the tell to see if making their own studio was a good idea, like sliced Malt Loaf, or a bad one, like the idea where they kill off or get rid of the powers for half the X-Men, turn Storm into a twat and make Xavier into an egotistical, amoral bastard…
Still, my initial instincts were proven flawless. That feeling of unrelenting joy? That moment of realisation that something awesome was going to happen? They managed to make a whole movie of it, yes, thats how awesome Iron Man is.
Iron Man is a movie that looked to be cool and turned out beyond cool. I’m serious here, it was actually amazing. The dialogue was good, the action was good, the acting was good, the story was good (and revitalised in some respects) and somehow, even though Tony Stark was portrayed as such a blatantly egotistical, womanizing, smart mouthed dick he is still likeable… nay, loveable.
I mean… I’d hit that.
So, the film was so good that I couldn’t even complain about it, and resorted to complaining about how other movies aren’t this one, and should be. I have to give it full marks, that’s right, 10/10.