
There’s nobody in Hollywood you’d like to root for more than Jon Favreau. More than the others before him, you could sense he was truly one of the geeks, making Iron Man as much for himself as for us. He gets it. One never really had to worry about whether the ship was on course. Well congratulations Favs, you’ve done it– you have the 10th biggest opening of all time on your hands.
It all worked so right that you wonder how there was ever a time when no one thought of making an Iron Man movie with Robert Downey Jr. as Tony Stark. For my money, where the film truly shines is not the tech-porn payoff so much as it is the wonderful handling of the story and the surefooted performances. Transformers did whizz-bang better, but thankfully, that’s not Iron Man’s sole identity. The journey there is as rewarding as the CG destination. Downey’s Stark is always magnetic, entertaining and compelling, even as a cave bound captive. I’d love to see the playboy face-off Stark and Bruce Wayne might have at some charity benefit in Gotham City.
Iron Man flew just in time to sustain and re-ignite Marvel’s future in feature film as the public’s love affair with Spider-Man died a sandy death with the tragic last installment (mostly the same goes for Rat-X3). The geeks, the bean counters, everyone, wants a Iron Man sequel, and we’re going to get it, as sure as anything in Hollywood. Next time, baby!
Speaking of Hollywood, here are some shots of a screen used Mark III suit worn by Robert Downey on display at my theatre.
I love perks like this.
By the by, if you have read this far, and you have not yet seen Iron Man (or even for most of you that have)– there is a bonus aft-credit scene, so stay for that. I wish I had known, but I’ll catch it on the second viewing.
